#Sariel birthday story

[dark-frosted-heart]

Sariel Noir 4th Birthday Story (both POVs)

Parts from Sariel's POV in purple

As usual can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Part 1

Two days before Sariel's birthday-

A local nobleman suddenly arrived at court to visit Sariel.

(It’s rare for Sariel to receive a visit rather than the princes)

(I don't usually interact with him...What is he up to?)

Despite my concerns, Sariel chatted with the noble with a smile on his face.

While chatting with the noble, I considered the possibilities.

Nobleman: Oh dear, I’ve gotten carried away. How embarrassing. I came by today to give this to you.

On his cue, the servant beside the nobleman handed his lord a fine wooden box.

(So that's how it is...)

Sariel: I apologize, but I do not accept bribes.

Nobleman: A bribe? I’d never. I was told that the day after tomorrow is your birthday. This is a simple gift.

(Regardless, it's a gift to win over the chief bureaucrat)

Sariel: Thank you for caring about government officials like myself. However, I’ve never received a gift like this before. I can’t help but think there’s something more to it.

Nobleman: Preposterous. I heard at a party that the princes each gave you a rose. This year, I’ve come to celebrate you.

With a proud smile, the nobleman revealed the contents of the box.

Nobleman: This is 50 year old whiskey. I was told that you’re fond of liquor.

Sariel: ...

For a moment, I glanced sideways to Emma.

Emma: …!

(Whiskey? No way!)

~~ Flashback ~~

Yesterday—

The moon shone brightly on a clear winter night sky.

Emma opened the window slightly and looked out at the bluish night sky.

Emma: It’s going to be your birthday in 3 days, isn’t it, Sariel?

As I opened the window a bit and looked at the winter night sky, Sariel came up next to me and hugged my shoulder.

Sariel: That time of the year already? Time flies by fast, doesn’t it? I just wish that time would slow down when I’m with you.

(...)

He gently kisses my head and my shoulders tense from the ticklish feelings and love.

When I lightly kissed Emma on the head, her ears, which were white from the cold, turned slightly red.

(Perhaps Emma has a surprise in mind this year)

(I was a little mean in the past, so it would be good to be genuinely surprised this time)

Even though I knew no one was watching, I felt oddly embarrassed and shut the window.

Emma: I’m thinking about gifting you liquor this year.

(Oh...)

I turn my back to the window and face Sariel.

Sariel: No surprises this year?

Emma: I’ve learned that surprises don’t work on you.

(It's rare for me to be outwitted)

(I wonder if Emma realizes it's more embarrassing to say it upfront)

Sariel: I see. A wise choice. Regarding liquor…ale?

Emma: Nope. I have aged whiskey for you.

(It’s actually from the year that Sariel came to court, but I’ll keep that as a surprise)

Sariel: Whiskey? I look forward to it. However, I do have one request.

Emma: …?

Sariel: I’d like to have you all to myself that day.

He took my hand and stroked the back of my fingers with his thumb.

Emma: But work…

Sariel: A day off won’t hurt. The princes aren’t children. Sipping whiskey with you during the day is the greatest luxury.

(If I had my way, I would keep the whiskey for as long as I can without drinking it...)

(It might not be a bad idea to open it with Emma)

Just the fact that I get to spend my birthday with Emma is enough to satisfy me.

It may be too indulgent of me to ask for more.

(It’s certainly a very immoral way to spend time if it wasn’t a special occasion)

Emma: Got it. Then let’s celebrate your birthday together that day.

I kissed Emma's fingertips to hide my smile.

My lips were sealed, but it was difficult to subdue my dancing heart.

(Actually, I also have a pair of cufflinks for you…)

(Let’s keep that as the real surprise)

~~ End flashback ~~

(What do I do? It’s the same present…)

I forced a smile for the sake of our visitor, but on the inside, I wasn't happy at all.

(Without a doubt, you're flustered that your gift was stolen)

(Please notice that I'll be happy with anything you give me, Emma)

(I’ll hold on to the whiskey for now and just give him the cufflinks…)

Nobleman: I apologize for the cheap liquor. I thought it unseemly to be so extravagant.

(A 50 year old one’s pretty expensive!)

Nobleman: Now that I think of it, it seems that I’m not the only noble that’s prepared presents. A viscount I know had prepared custom-made cufflinks with gems.

(Huh?!)

Beside me, Emma's shoulders jerked.

(Ah...she probably prepared cufflinks as well)

(This is troubling)

It's hard to imagine what Emma must be going through. That being said, I found her troubled state adorable.

Sariel: Such a thing is wasteful on me.

Nobleman: The chief bureaucrat’s modest- Oh, what’s the matter?

Realizing that he was talking to me, I hurriedly put on a smile.

(I’m working right now so I need to focus)

Emma: It’s nothing. That’s a nice gift.

The nobleman nodded repeatedly in satisfaction before handing the chest over to Sariel.

(At any rate, I can’t give you cufflinks anymore)

(I have to think of something else)

Part 2

After the noble left, I took time out of work to consult the princes-

Yves: A birthday present for Sariel? Why not some of your baked treats?

–

Nokto: Isn’t it obvious? You’re the present.

–

Licht: Sariel likes alcohol…

–

Clavis: I’ve been meaning to try out a new recipe. Let me help.

–

As it was getting late…

(What do I do? I can’t think of any good ideas…)

Jin: You look down. Something the matter?

Jin, who was signing some documents, called out to me and I looked up in a panic.

Emma: Ah…it’s nothing. Just a personal matter.

Jin: Most problems are personal. I’m willing to lend an ear if you don’t mind.

(I don’t want to bother the princes more than I have, but…)

(Jin might be able to give me some good ideas)

Emma: The truth is…

When I told him my situation, Jin’s shoulders shook with laughter.

Emma: It’s not funny!

Jin: Sorry, sorry.

But it’s a weird thing to worry over.

Emma: Weird?

Jin: I think he’d be happier with what you have ready for him rather than luxuries with ulterior motives.

(I’m sure Sariel will say the same, but I’m still worried) 

Jin: Also, he…Nevermind

Jin cut himself off and smiled bitterly.

Jin: Anyway, don’t worry too much. You already got your answer.

(What do you mean…?)

A pen stand on the desk catches my eyes.

Unlike the simple ones commonly used, this one was engraved with beautiful, exotic patterns.

Jin: This looks nice, doesn’t it? It was a gift and I’ve taken a liking to it.

Emma: It’s lovely and suits you.

Suddenly, the paperweight I recently came across at a glasswork shop in town popped into mind.

I remember thinking that its unusual shape could be used as a pen stand.

(It might go with the glass pen I gave Sariel before…)

(It’s possible it’s been sold out already, but I wonder if I’ll be able to get one today or tomorrow)

Jin: Going by that look on your face, it looks like you’ve thought of something.

Emma: I did. Thank you so much for your advice.

Jin: No problem. Good luck.

I thanked Jin again and left the office with a wave.

Then, on the day of Sariel’s birthday-

(I can’t believe nobles came to visit today)

The plan to spend the whole day with Sariel was immediately interrupted by nobles who suddenly came to visit.

 (Yesterday, three brought presents and we had to deal with them…)

Among the visitors was the viscount with the cufflinks.

(The cufflinks with the gems were a gift after all)

(I’m glad I found a nice glass pen stand…)

(We’ll be able to spend the afternoon together, so let’s celebrate to our heart’s content)

As I was heading to the kitchen to prepare drinks, Sariel came out from the drawing room.

(Seriously, how do they come up with all these things)

The present I received as an engraved pen stand.

At first glance, it looked like any ordinary item, but perhaps-

~~ Flashback ~~

Sariel: I apologize, but I can't accept this.

I return the luxurious cufflinks to the viscount.

Viscount: Why?

Sariel: I cannot accept jewelry or precious metals. There's the possibility of someone accusing me of accepting bribes to drag me down.

In fact, it's happened several times in the past.

Viscount: Is that so. I didn't realize.

Sariel: No, thank you for your kindness. I'll accept your thoughts.

~~ End flashback ~~

(The pen stand looks like it has gems on it too)

(Despite my refusal, I was forced to accept when it was left behind...)

(I'll inspect it later)

Sariel: Oh, Emma.

Emma: You’ve worked hard today, Sariel. Have our guests left?

Sariel: Yes, they’ve finally left. I’m sorry that I kept you waiting.

In Sariel’s hand was a small, fine-looking wooden box.

Emma: What did you get?

Sariel: This.

(Huh…)

Inside the box was an engraved pen stand like the one that Jin has.

When I opened the box, Emma froze, her gaze fixed on what was inside.

(Are you concerned about this...?)

Sariel: This was specially made to be used with a glass pen. Truly, I’m not sure how they were aware that I use a glass pen.

If you were to ask me, it’s shaped a little differently than a regular pen stand, with a wider tube.

Emma: This…is a birthday present, right?

Sariel: Yes, that’s correct. 

(Could it be that...)

(I can’t even give him a pen stand…what do I do!?)

(In any case, I need to present another present)

Emma: I’m sorry, but I just remembered that I forgot to buy something. I’ll be back by noon…

I plastered a smile on my face as I took a step or two back, turned on my heels and ran down the hall.

(I'm tempted to curse nobles after this...)

Part 3

By the time I returned from shopping in town, the sun had set. It wasn’t until after dinner that I was finally able to spend some quality time with Sariel.

(I looked everywhere, but everything I saw was already something gifted by a noble)

(In couldn’t come up with anything in the end, so I went with “this”)

Sariel: By the way, shall we have the whiskey you mentioned before?

My heart skipped a beat at the timing, as if he could see right through me.

Emma: Sure…here.

I handed him a wooden box with the whiskey as well as a bouquet of roses that I had hidden behind my back.

Sariel: Oh, I didn’t expect flowers.

Emma: Actually I wanted to give you something more meaningful, but…

Sariel: Far from it. I had the same thought when I received one from you and the princes… Each time I’m given a rose like this, they become more meaningful to me. In a sense, it stays forever.

(The way Sariel cherishes people’s thoughts and feelings…I love it)

Sariel: Thank you for this as well.

After setting the bouquet on his desk, Sariel happily opened the wooden box.

(The age...)

(I see. As expected, a noble's gift can't even compare)

Sariel: It’s such a fine quality…it’d be a shame to open it.

He lifted the bottle of whiskey as if handling a gem and looked at it from various angles.

After looking over the bottle for some time, Sariel looked directly at me.

Sariel: Is this all?

Emma: Huh? Yes, that’s all…

(I wonder if it looks bleak compared to the presents from the nobles)

(Even liquor’s more expensive when it comes from one…)

Sariel: Don’t lie to me. There’s more, isn’t there? For example…that’s right. A pen stand.

(How did he know?)

Sariel: Can you go fetch it?

Emma: But…

Sariel: Emma.

(...)

When dark purple eyes stared at me, I couldn’t say more.

Emma: Okay.

~~

Emma: It’s not much compared to what the noble gave you…

I placed the cufflinks and pen stand that I brought from my room on his desk.

(As expected from you. You know exactly what I like)

(The pen stand matches the glass pen you gifted me earlier this year)

(How can you compare these two wonderful gifts to items that are just expensive...)

Sariel: May I have these?

Emma: Of course.

I lowered my gaze as Sariel reached for the presents.

Sariel: … As my disciple, you should learn to read political tactics a little more.

(Political tactics…?)

Emma blinked in confusion.

(I'm at fault for keeping quiet because I wanted to see that troubled look on your face)

When I looked up, I saw Sariel’s smile filled with affection

Sariel: In any case, thank you. I will cherish these.And you forgot the most important thing.

Emma: Woah!

He pulled me in from the side and sat us down on the bed.

Sariel: I’ve yet to hear you congratulate me.

(Ah…)

(I’ve been so focused on getting him a present that I haven’t congratulated him yet)

Setting my hands on his shoulders, I gazed directly at my lover.

(I want to say this right…)

Emma: Happy birthday Sariel.

(Ah, as I thought...No gem can compare to the sparkle in those eyes)

Sariel: Thank you. To hear words of blessing with your voice is the greatest gift a demon could ever receive.

The sad look on her face slowly disappears.

(He looks so happy…)

The look on his face is completely different from how he looked when he received his presents from the nobles.

(The luxury goods that nobles gave me are nothing compared to your smile)

(Just like Jin said)

(The most valuable thing to Sariel)

(I've long realized that he’d be pleased by my congratulations over anything else)

Emma: This year, a variety of people celebrated your birthday, but… No one can match my love for you.

(I don’t have expensive liquor or shiny jewelry, but)

(I love Sariel so much and no one can compete with me on that)

Sariel: That’s right, I’ve received a lot this year. …

(Because of that, it reduced the amount of time I could spend with you...)

(Well, I suppose I'll make up for lost time now)

With a smile on his face, Sariel unbuttoned his shirt.

Sariel: I’ve received so much that I’ve become as greedy as the devil. I won’t be satisfied until I receive another one.

Fingertips traced my collarbone, and the collar of my blouse slipped down my shoulder.

(The way he’s looking at me is so unfair…)

His intense gaze made my face heat up with embarrassment.

(It’s embarrassing, but it’s Sariel’s birthday…)

I tell myself that, but deep inside, I’m looking forward to this sweet moment.

As if seduced by the devil’s gaze, I found myself kissing Sariel.

(I could go on and savor Emma like this.)

(I don't have much patience today)

Emma: Nn…

As we kissed repeatedly at different angles, the kiss suddenly deepened with a passionate sigh.

Emma: Nn…ah…

The sweet sighs that left her mouth fueled my desire to devour her even more.

He held the back of my neck as my lips were continuously ravished.

As soon as our lips parted, Sariel’s impatient hands removed my blouse.

Emma: What’s up with you today…

Sariel: I supposed I’ve been starving since the nobles interrupted my plan of spending the day with you.

Emma: Ah…

He laid me down on the bed and gently pinned my wrist.

Sariel: I won’t be satisfied until I’ve had my fill of you today.

He looked down at me with eyes filled with more passion than usual, and my heart was suddenly racing.

Emma: It’s your birthday today, so-

I gulped and fixed my gaze on Sariel.

Emma: Go ahead. As much as you want.

Sariel: o_o Don’t regret your words.

I fell into the hands of a starving demon and was lured into a sweet and stormy night.

I gave in to my instincts and indulged in immoral activities with Emma, as if consuming the thoughts of Emma celebrating my birthday and the time lost together.

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[thewitchofbooks]

Cyril Rose ~ Facts

AN: I'm finally done with the important facts we know so far for both Cyril and Lucian, and since Cyril won, I'll post him first! Thank you very much to everyone who voted and to everyone reading this!

Warnings: All of the information is from the jp version of the game! Spoilers from Clavis' main Story, GW story sale bonus (detective), Clavis' 2nd birthday, Clavis' story events, Chevalier's 2nd anniversary winner party event story. Everything will be put under the cut:

The starting fact is his name. Cyril Rose was raised in a village in Obsidian, but when he joined the military, many said his last name sounded like he came from the country of roses.

Cyril and Clavis used to call each other "loser" when they first met during the war. Cyril did because he couldn't believe how someone can be like Clavis (putting his life on the line to save others, accepting everyone no matter what and a lot more), as well as how he could stay so calm during everything (but it turned more to teasing between them). Clavis was calling him a loser, because he didn't like how Cyril was ready to give up at that time and was able to help him regain his spirits and join Rhodolite's side.

Cyril is a very gentle and kind guy, but can also be funny with his snarky comments towards Clavis (something between two great friends)

Cyril calls Clavis an "idiot prince"

He has very bright red hair that are very noticeable and mentioned by other characters, (Chevalier, Sariel and more), including Emma.

Cyril doesn't have a lover (and Clavis made sure to remind him in the "Bittersweet Valentine" story event). Cyril told him to stop pretending as if he wasn't in the same position only a whole ago (Since Clavis' route released)

As confirmed in Clavis' 2nd birthday story, Cyril is a very fast runner and a very strong knight. He was able to run to the other side of the town with Emma in his arms (bridal style) and didn't stop at all (<- Emma was described "as light as a feather) and it was all to prank Clavis.) In Chevalier's 2nd anniversary No.1 story, we saw that he can match Chevalier in a sword fight, with fast and strong moves.

He knows how to help a woman get dressed and he can style hair buns, that look elegant and simple (Also from Clavis' 2nd birthday)

Him and Lucian are rumored as really good friends. It was said by Clavis, but he added that when they go out to drink, they're never seen sitting together on the same table. Also, Cyril was seen drinking grape juice while complaining to Rio and Emma about Clavis, while Luciam was most likely drinking alcohol (<-From the GW story sale bonus)

When that happened, he wasn't wearing any gloves (so he either took off his gloves because he wasn't working, or he doesn't wear any). He held Emma and Rio's hands in each of his, to guide them away from Clavis and he took them to Lucian's table.

According to Emma, his hands are rough from training, but very warm and safe.

Apparently, he tries every kind of new juice Clavis comes up with and that time, it was a new herbal juice (as punishment for sneaking from work). He didn't like it at all, yet he still drank it all.

They started bickering and while Emma was thinking that it looked like as if Cyril and Clavis were having fun, Lucian, after he used the mind reading skills he learned from Chevalier, nodded and agreed with her.

He is also very honest and loyal towards Clavis and the other princes (especially Chevalier)

He used to be just a third rate soldier in Obsidian, along with his friends Kai and Hugo. Hugo seems to be the youngest, since he uses honorifics to address Cyril (in the Japanese version). Cyril is probably the oldest of the three, or similar with Kai.

Gilbert wants him back to Obsidian, but Cyril refuses to betray Clavis, leaving Gilbert heartbroken.

The village where Cyril used to love was poor, but the situation wasn't as bad as the parts on the borders between Obsidian and Rhodolite, due to the corrupted nobles.

He is greatly respected by Chevalier, who saw his value. Chevalier knows his name, but prefers to use the nickname "Red head". Same with the others. Even Clavis understands that. Cyril also respects Chevalier, but he thinks he is scary.

He is the lead knight of the foreign affairs faction and he is the one training the knew knights (not the soldiers).

Chevalier trusts him enough to let him in his room and also casually speaks to him. Even though they were trying to keep it secret (them leaving their duties for the day and going for drinks), he somewhat talked about it to Chevalier. But Clavis was hiding in Chevalier's room, so he exposed them. That's why he made him drink that "juice" (<-GW bonus story)

In the "propose to you" story event (Clavis', which is coming soon in EN), Clavis and Emma were getting engaged with Chevalier as the witness. Chevalier didn't look up at them at all and only when they left, he looked at Cyril to answer that he wasn't staying and he was going home with a smirk (Clavis was sad/mad at Chevalier who wouldn't look at how beautifully dressed Emma was). Cyril called him a troublesome brother after he left.

Originally, he was mostly hanging out with Rio for said drinks, but when Emma is free, they let her tag along (<- The bar they go to is only for the court's servants, I'm pretty sure it's to talk about their employees at this point🤣)

Cyril knows that many little boys dream of becoming knights when they grow up, but he, himself, felt like the job he was doing doesn't have a purpose, because lately, he had only been collecting banana peels and cleaning after Clavis.

Just for this reason, Emma and Rio were thanking him for his hard work and looked at him as if he was their savior.

He also complains that the knights have to eat bananas all the time, but they don't keep them very full. He doesn't want to even mention the reason why they do that.

He has more than once said to Emma to use Clavis' wallet for expensive things.

Cyril actually gets very offended when he gets told that he is like a natural born knight. Clavis was the one who told him, when he was being "too sweet" towards Emma. Cyril warned him to never say that again.

He is picking up Clavis' lines. While I don't remember it being translated in the EN version of the game, in the JP this happened: (<- Clavis' route, when they met with the rebels at the borders)

Clavis:"I don't understand why they don't want to welcome such a beautiful man"

Cyril:"Please, stop saying that. It's not fashionable"

(The fashionable comment)

He is the same age as Clavis, so he is 29 years old!

AN: Thank you very much for reading until the end! I hope these facts were helpful! I personally recommend reading both ends of Clavis' upcoming proposal event for more Cyril content!

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri cyril #ikemen prince cyril #ikepri cyran #ikemen prince cyran #ikepri spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri rio #ikepri emma #ikepri cyril rose #ikemen prince cyril rose #also if anyone is wondering the reason why i draw him with long hair #is because Kachiru-sensei the original designer of ikepri characters has a character named Gilbert in her manga series 'rosen blood' #he has long red hair and since Kachiru-sensei was inspired by her own characters for ikepri i did the same😂 #thank you again for reading!

[shatcey]

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Me myself can no longer find my posts when I need it, so I decided to combine them in some order for future reference.

I don't know Japanese, so I don't do translations. I can write, but I don't know English enough to try to write something more significant than regular posts. So I'm just giving some retellings and summaries, expressing my love and frustration… but mostly I'm just making jokes.

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[bespectacledbun]

I sometimes think about how love is the most important thing in ikepri. not just romantic love (as the point of an otome is) but love in every shape and form. love that is shown in every action, big and small, and keeps the princes and the people surrounding them connected to each other. love that is emma’s determination to protect the town and its people she grew up with. love that is chevalier hoarding books to try and understand his mother. love that is nokto refusing to let licht suffer and die alone. love that is gilbert sending honey treats to luke as a surprise for his birthday.

love that is leon deciding to have meals as a faction, just so it spurs licht into eating meals on time. love that is yves learning to bake to cheer up the twins. love that is sariel raising the princes with as much affection as a father would. love that is chevalier sending tea leaves to gilbert every so often. love that is jin keeping lollipops in his pockets to share with his baby brothers. love that is emma finding rio in the rain and nursing him back to health and protecting him from the townspeople. love that is leticia telling clavis to smile when he’s scared so he doesn’t feel afraid.

love that is clavis rescuing cyril from the fire, because if he can save even one person in war, then he will. love that is lydia swallowing poison for her son. love that is silvio on a desperate search for three long years, fervently praying his brother isn’t dead. love that is alter!keith manifesting so that he can protect host!keith from pain and danger. love that is chevalier staying up night after night fighting off assassins so his brothers are safe. love that is albert and yvonne being willing to sacrifice themselves to keep gilbert out of harm’s way. love that is jin visiting the graves of those two children every year on the anniversary of Bloodstained Roses. love that is chevalier memorizing the names of every knight that has died in battle for rhodolite’s independence.

love is so important in ikepri’s story. idk.

#im in class and very nausous have this feels dump post #ikepri #bun’s ikepri brainrot

[xxsycamore]

𝐉𝐄 𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐒 . . . CHEVALIER X READER

► The stroke of midnight is soon to mark the arrival of your birthday, and all you can think about is Chevalier. He's yet to return home.

• rating: G • wordcount: 1,045 • masterlist • title taken from a namesake song by patrick watson, "I'll leave you words"

a/n: This fic is a gift for a dear friend of mine who has a birthday today (perhaps in a couple more hours in her timezone, but shhh...), @aquagirl1978 . Dear Aqua, you deserve the world, all my best wishes wouldn't be enough...thank you for being here, for all that you do for us. I'm not lying when I say that it's because of you that this place feels like home, I'm glad to have met you. I hope you can have many more wonderful moments of enjoying your favorite things, many moments of inspiration for your lovely works, many moments of laughter and many, many smiles. For starters, have a great day today, and I hope this little fic can add to the good mood! 🎉🎉🎉❤❤❤

Night has fallen over Rhodolite, draping it in its deep royal blue, a cloak of the richest kings for the town to slumber calmly underneath. It appears that this king has allowed an act of carelessness - all the gold coins from his pouch have spilled onto the sea of dark blue, rolling down far, so far that they've become miniature to the eye. Come morning, he'd send for them to be collected; right now, they're yours to admire.

The veil of clouds is thick yet you've spotted that little gap from where the tiny starts are twinkling down at you, and your gaze stays glued there as you wander off in thoughts.

You breathe in the scent of the closing page of today, and it bites back from within your lungs; the air is cold, of course it is, it's winter out there and you're wandering off into the cruel weather underdressed. This innocent little tip-toeing to the terrace is not without a reason, though admiring the night sky is more of an afterthought. You simply here with the idea that the chilly air would help awaken you a little.

Chevalier is still not back, and the clock is close to hitting midnight. You've purposely kept yourself busy until now, not wishing to go to bed without waiting for him first.

It's not that you put some sense of grandiosity to the occasion; you're not the one to demand such things, much less from your lover who has enough on his mind already. He might have forgotten even, and still you won't blame him for it - after all, you are getting something out of it. A negligible amount of selfishness, wanting for him to be the first you see on your birthday. A kiss, afterwards. You needn't even tell him, at least until the morning, when he's rested from yesterday's hardships and you can embed the thought of you in some distant corner of his refreshed mind to do with as he sees fit. You don't need lavish celebrations or all of Rhodolite's roses at your feet. A kiss after midnight will do.

You fail to suppress an yawn, despite priding yourself in having mastered that field under the stern eye of Sariel. The puff of warm air that comes with it is another waste of precious body warmth and you start missing the big and comfy bed for a whole another reason besides sleep. In record time the terrace is behind you, the dress discarded somewhere with the last remains of the coldness clinging to it - because you're already in your nightgown, all snuggled up in bed.

You hug what you call the "Chevie pillow" because of its yellow-beige tassels reminding you of his blonde hair. Having just come from outside, it's not too hard to imagine it sharing some kind of warmth with you - everything is warmer than your body right now, after all.

But with warmth comes sleepiness. As your last resort, some stubborn simpleton you are, you feel around on your nightstand for the book you've been reading. It's not some breath-hitching story able to keep you up all night as you were familiar with those, and thus you didn't pick it up sooner, but now… if you were to fall asleep, it wouldn’t be too bad to do it in the company of good book.

A distant sound of a bell comes to your ears, the stroke of midnight as you're used to hearing it. It takes a second or two even for you to realize.

You cuddle the Chevie pillow closer to your chest, imagination fast at work to paint a picture where Chevalier were able to return on time. Maybe it would've slipped from your mouth by now, you're not too good at keeping secrets. Maybe he would've given you that rare wide-eyed gaze enough to get lost in the irises of icy blue. Maybe, right after, a kiss.

It's not a sad thought, no, no, no! Now that the hands of the clock have aligned, the tension has dissipated, it seems. Now or in another hour, Chevalier is returning home, he is returning to you, he's slipping under the covers of your shared bed, and joining you in your dreams. Given that you would be dreaming by then.

Right, the book. You curl your toes under the comforter, feeling silly about the fact that you tried everything yet it was some daydreaming about your lover that finally lifted the slumber from your heavy eyelids somewhat. Taking a comfortable reading position, you open your book at the page where your bookmark faithfully waits for you.

Only, it's not the bookmark that you find there.

You take the note that was cleverly disguised as the familiar item and take a careful look at it under the light. Unfolding it, the breath refuses to come out of your lungs until you've made sure.

It's Chevalier's writing.

To the simpleton reading this well into the night,

Happy Birthday.

These two words on paper fail as a means to congratulate you, as I'd much rather be holding you in my arms right now. Even if I can tell they're most likely enough to make you smile this very moment.

Instead of waiting for me, I suggest you get some sleep. It would be best if you're well-rested for tomorrow.

Chevalier.

Tears fill the corners of your eyes, and you know the Chevie pillow will get to shine again as a replacement for the real thing, catching your tears as you bury your face in it. Instead of a coherent string of thoughts revolving around the fact that he remembered and moreover thought of such a clever way to surprise you, or the promises of the coming day, you make some kind of noise into the pillow that you're for once glad Chevalier is not around to hear and comment on. You stand like that for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe, think, anything.

You haphazardly shut the book with a thud and shove it somewhere in the nightstand, extinguishing the light and curling up onto your side clutching into your beige-colored loyal companion.

There is just one thing now.

How are you supposed to fall asleep?!

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Ikemen Prince Masterlist

Act 3 Prologue

The Day We Learned to Argue

Battle in Rhodolite - Nokto vs. Silvio

Battle in Rhodolite - Luke vs. Clavis

Battle in Rhodolite - Team Deer Bonus Story

AZEL

Azel - Act 4 Prologue

KAGARI

Amagase - Act 4 Prologue

MATIAS

Matias - Act 4 Prologue

Matias - Card Lines

SILVIO

Silvio - I Want You to be Even More Naughty

Silvio - Beast's Valentines Day

Silvio - Beauty and the Beast's Christmas

Silvio - Rather be Drunk on Love

Silvio - Birthday Party

Silvio - Absolute Submission to the Queen

Silvio - Our Love Will Remain the Same

Silvio - Nursing him in the bed

Silvio - King of the Beast

Silvio - Secret Exchange Diary

Silvio - Sexy Scandal

Silvio - Valentine's Day

Silvio - I'm You and He's Me!?

KEITH

Keith - Valentine's Day

Keith - Romantic & Dramatic End

SARIEL

Sariel - Birthday Party

GILBERT

Gilbert - Beast's Valentines Day

Gilbert - Make Me Feel Alive Birthday Story

Gilbert - Love's Prosposition

Gilbert - Beauty and the Beast's Christmas

Gilbert - Our Love Will Remain the Same

Gilbert - Don't Mess with my Stuff

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[aquagirl1978]

Hi! Is there a possibility for you to write a scenario with the main theme: Emma stayed in Rhodolite but she is actually pregnant of Gilbert's child? With a little bit of nsfw

I let do what you prefer with the rest 😊

Thank you very much!

Anon, today is your day as I finally figured out what I was doing with this request - I hope you don't mind that I wrote this as a Reader insert. Happy Birthday, Gilbert.

Memories - Gilbert von Obsidian x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian

Prompt: Reader stays in Rhodolite but is pregnant with Gilbert's child

Tags: NSFW - Minors DNI; suggestive situations and themes

The faint scent of roses wafted through the air; invitation clutched tight in your fist, you walked the familiar hallways of the palace. Your time as Belle long ended, that one month you spent at the palace felt like yesterday.

With the Belle system recently eradicated by King Chevalier, you were now free to visit the palace as you wished. But you didn’t. Not until you received this invite, hand-delivered by Clavis, who had informed you of the recent changes. 

As you weaved your way through the maze of hallways, the music now soft in your ears, your mind flooded with memories of that month you called the palace home. Lessons with Sariel. Tea parties with Yves and Licht. Hours spent in the library pouring over your favorite stories.

The library…

Of course you would never forget the times you spent there. The library quickly became your sanctuary - it was where you went to relax, where you escaped for a moment to pretend you were living another life. 

Where he found you…

*****

“What’s a little rabbit doing here all alone?” he asked, his head tilted curiously.

“I have studying to finish,” you replied curtly, your eyes trained on the book before you refusing to meet his gaze. 

You heard him sigh softly; the tip of his cane grazing your chin, you soon found yourself staring into his rose-red eye.

Pushing his cane away was easy; he had already gotten what he wanted - your attention, so his grip was not as strong as it could be. Your heart pounded in your chest, not with fear, but something else. Something far worse.

“Why are you really here?” he asked.

Gripping the edge of the desk, you rose from your seat, his eye never leaving yours.  You had to leave. Now.

But you were never free to leave. Not with Gilbert around. In a flash, his hand was wrapped tightly around your wrist, his gloved fingers cold as ice against your skin. 

“There’s a ball going on and you locked yourself away in here.” His voice was soft, laced with sadness, reminding you that this beast was human. “Why are you hiding?”

From me. He didn’t say the words, but he didn’t have to. His grip on your wrist softened, his thumb caressing your skin. Closing your eyes, you wanted to pull away but you couldn’t. 

Why are you hiding, you asked yourself. To atone for the sins of loving the villain.

The last time you were alone with him, it ended with a kiss. You promised yourself not to allow yourself to be alone with him. You didn’t trust yourself around him.

“Please…” you whimpered as he held your fingers to his lips. Please let me go?

Or…please don’t let go?

*****

Bringing a finger to your lips, you traced the ghost of his kiss; the chill of his mouth on yours still reminiscent, even after all this time. The music grew louder as you approached the ballroom.

A pit grew in your stomach, unsure you were ready for this. You tried to clear your mind, to focus on anything other than the face that continued to seep through your thoughts.

*****

Who kissed who first didn’t matter, just that it happened when it never should had. Your fingers tangled in his messy locks, pulling him closer. Yes, this is what you missed, what you sought. 

He pinned you against the bookcase; your back arched against its shelves as he held your hand in his. You clung to his chest, your fingers digging into his back as he lifted your skirts, his body hard against yours.

Legs wrapped around his waist, you buried your head into his shoulder as your bodies became one. Here, in the library, no one would find you. No one would know what you had done.

You weren’t prepared for this. For how good it would feel. For how vulnerable you became.

“I love you,” he whispered in your ear as the pleasure became too much to bear.

“And I you,” you whispered back, your world forever changed.

*****

Pressing a hand to your stomach, you paused as you walked by the entryway to the gardens. You smiled wistfully as the overwhelming fragrance of roses filled the air, the scent bringing you back to your final goodbye.

*****

“I’ve decided to stay in Rhodolite.”

Speechless, Gilbert simply stared at you, his expression falling. It was like this that he looked most human. You balled your hands into fists, willing yourself not to reach out and hold him.

“In a few days, you’ll choose a new king. You’ll have to leave.”

“I’m returning to my old life. At the bookstore.”

His eye flared, its red burning brightly. But when he spoke, his voice was soft. “You’re choosing to punish yourself.”

“I can’t be with you, Gilbert.” You blinked back tears as you gazed at him, knowing you were ripping him apart. “It was a mistake.”

As soon as the words escaped, you wished you had not breathed them. The fire left his eye; now dark, dark as blood, he finally tore his gaze from you. 

“You really are too pure,” he said. Lifting his hand, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, his touch incredibly tender. Knowing this was goodbye, you stayed there, savoring his touch, committing it to memory.

He turned and walked away, leaving you and your unborn child alone in the gardens, your insides twisting, revolting against your decision.

*****

A pair of doors loomed tall before you. You glanced down at the invitation, now wrinkled in your fist and took a deep breath. 

Why were you so nervous?

Your dry laugh sounded foreign to your ears; you knew full well the cause of your nerves. What if he were here? Would you run if you saw him? Would you be disappointed if you didn’t?

The doors opened, an unfamiliar couple exited the room. It was now or never - time to step through those doors and face the music. 

As you crossed the threshold, you were certain of one thing. Your world was about to change once more.

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[wedreamedlove]

To Live In A World - Light & Night Group Essay

Light and Night has an 18+ rating in China but, in my opinion, it's not for sexually suggestive scenes, it's for the topics they bring up that only individuals with solid worldviews can appreciate and discuss. One topic that comes up again and again is how an individual lives in the world: what makes someone choose to leave and what makes someone keep going?

Out of the 5 male leads in Light and Night, Sariel, Evan, and Osborn have tried to kill themselves. Charlie cannot even conceive of the idea of suicide, but he also discusses this topic and has his own coping methods to deal with suffering. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately, Jesse has the standard response that he can't give up on everything because of his responsibilities, his attachments, and his loved ones [SSR Prairie Fire DATE].

Trigger warning for discussions about suicide. Spoilers up to Chapter 19 and Charlie's 2023 birthday.

[SSR Escaping Into Dusk DATE]

Evan: "Do you know how to meet a mermaid?" His tone sounded like he was asking someone a question, but also like he was simply telling the opening of a story. Evan: "You have to swim to the bottom of the ocean—there it will turn pitch-black and blue skies will become a memory." Evan: "When you lie down in that silence and decide to become a part of it, mermaids will appear." Evan: "If your love is sincere and pure enough, they will accept you and take you away forever."

This story comes from The Big Blue and, in the context of Evan's date, refers to committing suicide. I think it's only fitting to start this essay with this haunting metaphor, and this also happens to be one of the times Evan tried to commit suicide during the period of his life when he enjoyed freediving.

TO LIVE IS TO SUFFER—

Since Evan opened this essay, we'll continue to talk about him. First, to understand what could drive someone to commit suicide, I will summarize Evan's background. He was born into a caring nuclear family that quickly disintegrated and so, at the tender age of 5, he lost the love and protection of both parents. Right after that, he was forced to go through the brutal training all Blood Clan members go through, such as survival training in the woods and the indoctrination of their superiority.

[SSR Secrets in the Shade DATE]

Evan: Yes, it was when I was a child and driven into the woods for the first time. Evan: I witnessed wild beasts hunting and escaped from the mouth of a snake. I felt that the forest was full of dangers and only wished to get out of there quickly. Evan: And, just when I was hungry and exhausted, I saw a bamboo mushroom. Evan: At the time, I didn't know what it was and whether or not it was poisonous. I looked at it and thought hopelessly that I might as well pluck it and eat it, and resign myself to my fate.

[SSR Illusionary Light - 14 Years Ago Fall TRAJECTORY]

I felt my pulse beating, ba-dump, ba-dump—and so I aimed the screwdriver at it and stabbed down hard. The second the blood spurted out I heard the sound of my soul drilling out too. It cheered and sang for the freedom and sunlight it waited for so long. I was a bit happy, because I discovered that my heavy body was gradually turning light. That feeling of being able to fly even without wings was addictive. The smell of blood was a strong fragrance and when it dripped onto the mud it even blossomed as a vivid flower. [...] This time no one would be able to stop my footsteps. When the blood ran out, I would be free.

[SSR Against One's Heart - 11 Years Ago Spring TRAJECTORY]

Whenever my body was spread open to be seasoned, I always prayed in my heart for rot to come. I think I would greet it with extraordinary calm and even a small smile. Of course, I would allow myself to retain a bit of sadness and this would be my last reverence and friendliness to life. I held this thought until the first spot of mold appeared on my body—I meant the fresh and still bleeding bowl-sized wound in my chest, large enough that my heart could almost fall out. There was no moment closer to death than now, however a long-lost fear suddenly grew crazily in my body until, in the end, I was defeated. I watched myself stuff cotton balls into my body, along with all my obsessions and wickedness, and the blood stuck them together, forming a new piece of flesh of its own. If death happened to arrive at this moment, he would surely laugh at my hypocrisy and cowardice. Fortunately, the dense night outside the window stretched in front of me like train tracks and I could even hear his departing footsteps that were too lazy to step over those tracks.

The Blood Clan ground away his individuality, his sentimentality, and his attachments. In his 1st birthday [SSR Enticing Feast DATE], Evan explains that all members of the Blood Clan are brought up to have no affections for anything but family. He couldn't be picky about his food, he could only read books that were approved, and his pet rabbit was killed. To make matters worse, Evan is also the black sheep of the Blood Clan. He cannot bring himself to be like them with their cruelty, arrogance, and depravity. He shares their instincts but he instinctively rebels against it and questions all of the Blood Clan values.

Can someone even be considered to be "living" in this existence? It's no wonder Evan doesn't think there's anything to keep him in this world, because he grew up without even knowing who "he" is as a person.

Despite all this though, Evan did manage to find a way to reconcile his self-destructive impulses. However, this answer is going to be left for the next section and, instead, we are going to move onto our next male lead who suffered, Osborn.

Much like Evan, Osborn was also born to a loving family that disintegrated, starting with his father leaving and ending with his mother's multiple attempts to abandon him before she finally succeeded. Once that happened, Osborn had no more attachments to this world and thought about how easy it would be for him to disappear without anyone noticing or caring. He grew up with this fear of being abandoned again and so was afraid to get close to anyone. This self-isolation was only exacerbated by the prejudice of people around him, who saw him as a juvenile offender, and made no attempts to understand him.

[SSR The 400 Blows TRAJECTORY - 14 Years Ago Early Spring]

I look forward, beyond anything else, to the moment I kill myself. At least this proves that, at the very end, before the world abandons me, I severed my relationship with it first.

[SSR The 400 Blows TRAJECTORY - 8 Years Ago Early Summer]

After waking up, he climbed to the edge of the rooftop and looked at the rusty red marks on the concrete floor that couldn't be washed away, like they were a silent accusation. So long as he jumped, he could escape everything. Will anyone grieve for me? Will anyone care about my death? Osborn blankly thought.

[SSR Free Fall TRAJECTORY - 6 Years Ago Early Winter]

He suddenly raised his hand and slashed at his own neck hard. However, the biting pain didn't bring a sense of relief. Instead, it hurt more.

[SSR Free Fall TRAJECTORY - 4 Years Ago Early Winter]

All my classmates had jumped and kept hurrying me. The waves grew larger and larger and I realized I really would die if I didn't jump. But there was an instant where I seriously had the idea of giving up. I thought about leaving things like this, because to me this had never been an act to survive but instead a punishment.

Freedom is a double-edged sword. In protecting himself by keeping others at a distance and not getting attached, Osborn had also walled himself off from the world. It was all too easy for him to be indifferent and flippant with his own life because he cherished nothing and believed that no one cherished him.

However, as we all know, people (and animals) did get under Osborn's defenses and became family members he took under his wing and who ended up binding him to this world. He also discovered his own way of reconciling with the world, which we will talk about in the next section.

The last suicidal man was Sariel. Unlike the others (except for Jesse), Sariel was born to a loving family and there were no tragedies in his childhood. Instead, it was the trauma of war in his early adulthood that brought him to despair. On the battlefield, he saw the cycle of hatred and revenge, what humans do at the extremes of desperation (cannibalism), massacred a village, and ultimately ended the life of someone he loved with his own hands. Everyone he knew and loved passed away, either due to circumstances or the long passage of time, and after fulfilling all of their leftover wishes he himself was left with nothing of his own but crushing survivor's guilt.

[SSR Meeting Spring FILM REEL - Undead Nightmare]

Sariel lay on the shore of the lake and it was unclear whether it was lake water or tears on his face. Sariel: Yet another failure. After that, Sariel tried countless times more. Since his talent would save him, then he would try even more drastic methods. However, his talent followed him relentlessly like a curse. Cut veins would heal, torn off limbs would be restored, and even his heart could recover its function after being pierced by a long blade.

Not mentioned above is how, for his first attempt, Sariel jumped off a cliff and his body was practically pulverized or how, in the scene prior to the translation, he tied himself to a rock and sank into the bottom of a lake to drown. Unlike the other men, Sariel would have truly ended his life on multiple occasions if it weren't for his talent, but since he couldn't die he became an empty husk that wandered the world instead, attempting to drown out his pain in vices like gambling and wine.

So now, after seeing how some of the men in Light and Night hit absolute rock bottom in their lives, how did they pick themselves up and walk all the way to the present to stand before us?

—TO SURVIVE IS TO FIND MEANING IN THE SUFFERING (GORDON W. ALLPORT)

As I have been mentioning, all the men in Light and Night were able to come to terms with living in this world, although it's arguable how "healthy" their coping methods are. In this section, I will not be listing the men in the order I introduced them, but rather by my opinion on the worst-to-best coping methods the men demonstrate. Naturally, this is an incredibly personal opinion and you do not have to agree with me at all. In fact, discussion would be happily welcomed!

First, we have Evan.

[SSR Escaping Into Dusk DATE]

Evan: Actually, it can't be called liking it. It's just that I was once a little addicted to the feeling of freediving. Evan: In a turbid world without sound, color, or light. Evan: You toss aside every tool and means and rely only on the limits of what the human body can do... Evan: It's true the pain brought on by this method is inevitable, but the freedom of the soul gained from this is very captivating. Evan: You will genuinely experience and truly reach your inherent limitations as a human being. Evan: And, in this process, you can also expand the limit of your boundaries bit by bit as much as possible. MC: It sounds like it's nearly walking on the edge of death. Evan: More or less. But it's certainly attractive, isn't it?

[SSR Secrets in the Shade DATE]

MC: When you're feeling down or that things are difficult, just fantasize about the wonderful life you'll have after achieving your goals. [...] Evan: After I achieve my goals? Evan: At that time, perhaps nothing will be important anymore.

There are two parts to Evan's reconciliation with the world. First, as I brought up in my essay "The Depth of his Feelings", I believe the way Evan flirts with death is a homage to traditional vampire literature and their attraction to their own death, but I also think this is a natural act of those who are suicidal and lost as a person. Owing to the Blood Clan, Evan questioned himself and his perception of the world, but nothing is quicker at grounding someone to this world than the undeniable physical sensation of their body's primal instinct to survive.

Second, Evan ended up becoming indifferent to death. Even though I'm mentioning Evan first for "unhealthy" coping methods, it's mostly directed at his near-death outlets, and I actually appreciate his acceptance of death. On that note, there isn't a contradiction here because, even if his body emotionally wants to survive, he has intellectually made peace with death.

Evan's view on death reminds me a lot of the Stoic ideal of the good death. The Stoics do not believe that death is anything to fear because everything comes to an end and, in fact, they believe that suicide is a choice and amoral. The door is always open to you if you choose to leave; the only caveat is that you must consider your circumstances seriously and make your decision logically and not on a rash and impulsive decision. For Evan, he calmly accepts death after he achieves his goal (of wiping out the Blood Clan) because, to him, his life would be complete and there would be nothing more for him in this world. It would be a good death. Evan's acceptance of his own death can also be seen in his 2nd anniversary card [SSR Yesterday's Elegy TRAJECTORY].

Alright, we've seen how Evan reconciled with the world, so now we're going to move onto Charlie.

[SSR To the Oracle DATE]

Charlie: Fiancée, freedom exists. Charlie: It's pain and sacrifice that let him feel the value of existence. [...] Because that person who treats pain as feeling the world and touches the weight of freedom is Charlie too. [...] Charlie: But they can't stop themselves from interacting with others. MC: Why do they have to be so persistent... Charlie: Because they still have hope for this world.

[SSR Solar Flare DATE]

Charlie: I cried terribly when I learned that he would never come back. Charlie: But when I grew up I gradually understood that maybe he had already decided to say goodbye to this world. Charlie: So long as people live they will get hurt. No one knows how much pain the seemingly optimistic and cheery people around them have endured alone. Charlie: Time couldn't heal his wounds and so he gave up on saving himself. I could hear the conflict in his heart. He was someone who clearly valued life a lot and always spared no effort in saving every single person. How many similar things had he gone through, how many helpless moments had he experienced, and how had he carried all of this to this day to stand in front of me... I had no way of imagining it. I could only hold his hand tightly to let him know that I was trying to understand how he felt. Charlie: The look in Myron's eyes before he was lifted into the ambulance made me feel that everything I had done just now might have been meaningless. Charlie: But I will still choose to save them. I can't explain why, maybe it's an instinct.

Like I mentioned, Charlie cannot even conceive of the idea of committing suicide but, ironically, he experiences the world through suffering. As a phoenix, he innately loves the world and its people, and that's why the injustices and despair in the world hurt him so much. So, how does he find an outlet for this pain?

[SSR Perpetual Journey Home TRAJECTORY - New Era 44 Late Autumn]

Charlie clenched his fist, making the tense veins in his arms and wrists bulge out before they submerged into his palm. His flat nails nearly dug hard enough into his skin to bleed. Only then did I suddenly notice that his broad palm was covered with crescent-shaped scars that curved in the same direction. The protruding white marks were old, but it was obvious they were quickly covered with new purple marks before they faded. MC: ... Don't hurt yourself. I placed my fingers on the tips of his fingers and tried to pry them away. But Charlie didn't loosen his hand. He bent his knuckles so hard that it seemed as if he was biting the skin of his palm painfully. And that pain actually entered my body through this touch. MC: Charlie, let go! I heard my own urgent voice, as well as the imaginary quiet sound of flesh being separated. His fingernails dug into his palm, which slowly began to turn red. MC: Charlie, I don't understand... I shook my head, tears staining my cheeks. I didn't understand why he had to torture himself like this. Or— I did understand, but I could only use this common logic to persuade him to stop harming himself. The glaring redness of his palm filled my mind like the shallows of a sea. I smiled bitterly. Wasn't pain just another way of breathing?

[SSR Under the Stigmata DATE]

He walked to my side and sat down, watching quietly as the boy turned back to plucking his black feathers, as if he had seen this done countless times. In a daze, I saw Charlie sitting there in a firefighter's uniform, his face covered with smoke and dust. And every time the boy plucked a feather, his expression that was on the verge of a breakdown softened a little, as if that action could relieve his pain. I also saw Charlie, wearing a white coat and looking exhausted. He sat there blankly, his hands still shaking slightly. I recognized this action, it meant that he had just completed a long operation. They all had the same contentment of pain on their faces. It dawned on me that this place, this house, might have been built by his father originally, and Charlie had also once destroyed it. But in the present, Charlie had built all of this by himself, brick by brick. Here, he overlooked the pain of his past, again and again, gaining the power to rebuild himself from it. I thought about how he found a way to use this pain, but this didn't mean that this pain no longer existed and I didn't want to see any Charlie trapped in it.

This is how Charlie reconciles with the world and his powerlessness. It reminds me of these tweets about trashed bathrooms and how, when people have no control over their life or environment, they will want to assert control over the small part of their environment that they still have the power to affect. In this case, what can you always affect? Yourself. In a way, this is somewhat similar to how Evan paces on the border of life and death, because not only does it make him feel alive but it also gives him control.

For Charlie, there are so many things that he cannot control in the world, especially other people's decision to take their own lives. He also lives under the extraordinary pressure and control of his father, who has been trying to mould Charlie into his perfect heir (and a god to rule this world?). By hurting himself, Charlie can be assured that he is still in control of his own life and his own decisions and this gives him the strength to pick himself up again and again, among all this suffering, to try and help more people.

You can probably see why I don't rate Charlie's method that highly either, because I don't advocate self-harm, haha. Next, after having seen Charlie's method, we move onto Sariel.

[SSR Seeing the Spring FILM REEL - The Mayfly]

Sariel (Phantom): Everything has a conclusion that you have no choice but to accept, regardless of whether it goes against your heart or not, or whether it hurts you or not. Sariel (Phantom): When this pain is too heavy, it's better to forget it than to confront it bruised and bloody. Sariel (Phantom): Living on relies not on redemption or reconciliation, but on forgetting. Sariel: Did you survive to that time just by forgetting? Sariel (Phantom): Yes. Sariel (Phantom): Rather than letting regret and pain erode your heart into an empty husk, it's better to forget everything. Sariel (Phantom): Live on, Sariel. Someone is waiting for you in the future.

As we saw earlier, Sariel would have succeeded in committing suicide if it weren't for his talent. This is why his coping method is to forget the weight of his pain before it drives him mad and turns him into something else. In this dialogue between himself, Sariel does question whether forgetting is just another way of escaping his pain, much like drinking; but, in my opinion, it's a valid choice to set aside the pain when you cannot handle it in the moment. Sariel sealed his power and memories away but, now that he has you to support him, he's unsealed his power and memories and has the strength to look back on his past and come to terms with everything with a less despairing outlook.

Lastly, we come to Osborn who, in my personal opinion, has the healthiest mindset.

[SSR Free Fall TRAJECTORY - 1 Year Ago Midsummer]

To be honest, I was disappointed in that moment. It was no different from any other rainbow that appeared somewhere after the rain. It was very beautiful, and very ordinary. The end of the rainbow was in fact just the end of the rainbow, and it was only my imagination of it that idealized it. But I still stared at it for a long time, until I found that the disappointment wasn't that terrible either. Because the world didn't care at all whether or not I was disappointed. Even if I never set foot on the road again because of this, the world wouldn't use anything I longed for to urge me to stay. After understanding this, I suddenly no longer gritted my teeth and fumed about disappointment. Because I discovered I had other things that could transcend disappointment: people who were willing to take risks with me when I took risks, and people who could understand my emotions that weren't understood.

The world being indifferent is supposed to be comforting, because it means that setbacks and disappointments aren't targeting you in particular. Successes are because of your own efforts and failures are because there were more uncontrollable elements than there were things you could affect.

Osborn internalizes this message and I believe it explains why he's such an active person. He has no expectations for the world and thus cannot be harmed by it any longer. He no longer needs to feel like he did in his childhood, about abandoning the world before it abandons him first. He managed to turn his independence from the world, which used to make him feel isolated, into one of his greatest strengths and it's also because he now has personal connections that bind him to the world by choice.

For my headings, I used a quote by Gordon Allport but, to be honest, I prefer the old Buddhist saying that "pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional" and, in my opinion, it reflects Osborn's perspective and why I, personally, think he has the healthiest relationship with the world. It's inevitable that there will be times when things don't go smoothly in your life and that you'll experience (physical, mental, emotional, or spiritual) pain, but it's your choice on whether to suffer during this period or not. Suffering is optional means you should realize the impermanence of this pain and if you can accept when things are out of your control, manage your expectations, and understand that whatever the world does externally to you does not affect your core as a person, then you will realize there are actually a lot of things you can overcome and that you need not dwell on them.

In the end, Light and Night is a game about hope and all the characters are growing, hopefully including the players who are following all of these characters in their journey. I also really like how the game doesn't affix one theme to one character, but instead approaches a theme from multiple angles through all the characters because, in this case, there is no right or wrong answer on how to live a life in this world. But, hopefully, seeing how hard these characters struggle to keep living can also provide some courage to those who are struggling and searching for their own path.

#light and night #光与夜之恋 #ln osborn #ln evan #ln charlie #ln sariel #ln xiao yi #ln lu chen #ln qi sili #ln zha lisu #meta of light and night

[scorchieart]

Falling Ahead - Masterlist

Summary: The tales of the third and fifth princes' adventures throughout the years are legendary across the lands... or perhaps infamous is a better word. Every prince, minister, and visitor has some story to recount, but no one is safe from the mayhem that always seems to follow Clavis Lelouch and Yves Kloss, ranging from excessively artistic birthday cakes, hats of rats, shapeshifting toads, and lots and lots and lots of falling. But through all the laughs and jump scares, these two are stuck with each other, from the cradle to the throne.

Genre: Family, Comedy

Special thanks to @rhodolitesrose for the idea and the inspiration for this fun little series. We're at the halfway point now, and my hope is that by posting the full masterlist now I will be more motivated to finish something I started, for once.

**Notes: These parts are not continuous and can be read in any order. They are written under the assumption Clavis is 3 years and 3 months older than Yves.

Part 1: Yves (1), Clavis (4), ft. Jin

Part 2: Yves (4), Clavis (7), ft. Chevalier

Part 3: Yves (7), Clavis (10)

Part 4: Yves (10), Clavis (13), ft. Sariel

Part 5: Yves (13), Clavis (16), ft. Leon

Part 6: Yves (16), Clavis (19), ft. Gilbert, Cyran

Part 7: Yves (19), Clavis (22), ft. Nokto, Keith

Part 8: Yves (22), Clavis (25), ft. Licht

Part 9: Present Day, ft. Luke

Part 10: Yves (28), Clavis (31), ft. Silvio, Rio

As this started out as a small story, I did not think to include a taglist. But if anyone wants to be tagged for the future parts, just let me know!

#ikemen series #ikemen prince #ikepri #falling ahead series #yves kloss #clavis lelouch #ikepri yves #ikepri clavis #scorchie writes #ikepri fanfiction #ikepri fanfic

[eventinelysplayground]

A Devil's Heaven.

It's Sariel's birthday so of course I wrote something for him. This story is definitely NSFW minors do not interact! CW for sexual teasing/taunting as well as a tiny bit of begging and hand tying. Sariel is working late when he remembers a birthday from the more recent past. WC approx 2150

The palace devil was known for working long into the night and this night was no different. Sariel sat at his desk with a mug of ale going over petitions, reports and anything else urgent from the day. He set aside the document he was reading and took a sip of his ale then turned his attention to a portrait on the wall with a framed child's drawing hanging beside it.

Sariel chuckled to himself as he recalled when it was gifted to him. It was a few years ago now and, unknown to him at the time, had started a few weeks before his birthday.

***A few years ago in early January***

It started off much like any other morning, Sariel was delivering paperwork to his Majesty when suddenly he heard loud shouts coming from the direction of the kitchen. Sariel sighed and headed towards the source, when he arrived at the kitchen he found Prince Yves tangled up in some sort of net trap.

Sariel: So the hellcat is at it again, I really had hoped he would continue to behave slightly better.

Yves: Never mind about that right now just get me out of this thing!

Sariel grabbed a knife from the counter and proceeded to free Yves from his brothers’ trap. He watched as Yves brushed himself off and straightened his jacket.

Yves: I thought you had made it clear to him no more traps like this? What if it was one of the children that got caught in something like this!

Sariel: I have had several talks with him over the years and made it clear this type of entertainment, though always unacceptable, was even more so now. Perhaps a firmer lesson is needed though.

Yves visibly gulped at Sariel's twisted smile and the menacing gleam in his eyes.

Yves: Yes, well … I just realized I forgot a special ingredient and need to go back and get it.

Sariel watched as Yves left the kitchen, even now it seemed he could still inspire fear in Prince Yves and he shook his head with a fond smile on his face

.As it turned out, that was the beginning of two weeks filled with all sorts of mischief and shenanigans. He had numerous reports of people falling into pit traps, more net trap victims, mystery explosions and he even had to deal with an irate Prince Jin who had once again ended up in the pond. All this was caused by not only Prince Clavis but Clavis's son as well, the later of whom his own daughter decided to deal with. Sariel was kept so busy he barely had time for anything else but then out of nowhere the traps and mischief dropped to almost nothing and the relative peace of before settled on the palace once more just in time for Sariel's birthday.

Sariel spent the morning working and then the afternoon at a small celebration with his family and some of the princes and their families.

Emma: Happy Birthday Sariel! This is from me and the children.

Sariel raised his eyebrow at the large gift Emma held out to him. He untied the purple ribbon from around the cloth and opened it. He was speechless, inside was a portrait of Emma and their three children in the old church that held such special meaning to the both of them.

Emma: I hope you like it. I thought you could hang it in the office so that even when you're working late we're still with you in some way.

Sariel was momentarily at a loss for words so instead he lifted Emma's hand and planted a kiss to the back of it.

Sariel: Thank you Emma, all of you, I'll treasure it.

Sariel's children all came over to hug their father but he was taken aback to see Clavis's son waiting in line as well.

Sariel: Your Highness?

The boy held out a small gift to Sariel and he took it and cautiously unwrapped it. Inside was a drawing of who appeared to his daughter and Clavis's son. He had to admit the boy's artistic talent was better than his father's but that still didn't say much.

Clavis's son: It's a picture of me and Violet, after all I'm going to marry her one day and since I couldn't be in the family portrait yet I drew this one until I can be!

Sariel: Oh really now?

Clavis's Son: Yup she's utterly enchanted by me. I mean she's spent every day with me the last few weeks.

Violet: I just did that to keep an eye on you and make sure you didn't hurt anyone with your ridiculous traps.

Clavis's Son: Didn't you also say you had fun though?

Violet: I…that's not the point!

Jin: Ahh young love, isn't it wonderful to see.

Violet: I don't love him!

Clavis: Keep at it son and I'm sure you'll win her over in no time. After all, you're just as charming and gentlemanly as your dear old papa.

Sariel: Violet do remember what I have been teaching you all these years.

After the celebrations ended and Sariel was alone with Emma he decided to question her on a thought he had.

Sariel: Emma, might I ask just how you managed to pull off such a wonderful surprise without my knowledge?

Sariel lifted Emma's chin up so she had no choice but to meet his gaze.

Sariel: Well?

Emma: I may have asked Clavis to help me…

Sariel gave Emma one of his most frightening smiles.

Emma: I told him not to hurt anyone and not over do it. He just got a little carried away with it. Plus really this is your fault anyway.

Sariel: How exactly is this my fault?

Sariel watched in delight as Emma pouted and then huffed. She was playing right into his hands as always.

Emma: If you didn't always know everything then I wouldn't have needed to distract you to even have a chance at surprising you.

Sariel: I will accept that however; your actions still caused a great deal of trouble for me and I believe a punishment is in order.

Sariel watched as Emma's pout vanished and her eyes that now held faint hints of desire and anticipation studied him.

Emma: What kind of punishment?

Sariel planted a light kiss to Emma's lips as he reached into his pocket and retrieved the ribbon from early. He took her hands and gently but securely tied them together.

Emma: You planned this whole punishment earlier didn't you?

Sariel said nothing as he turned Emma so she faced away from him. He untied the laces on her dress and watched as it fell to the floor. He leaned into Emma's ear close enough to kiss it and he watched her eyes flutter close in anticipation but then he stopped. He moved his lips downwards along her neck but his lips never touched it and he heard Emma take a deep breath in.

Emma: Sariel, what are you doing?

He could hear the desire in her voice and it thrilled him.

Sariel: I am doing nothing.

Sariel could see the goosebumps forming on Emma's cool skin as his hot breath passed over it. He normally prefered to touch her but not tonight, not yet.

Emma: Is this part of my punishment as well?

Sariel: Very good, I intend to drive you just as mad as I was. I want your thoughts consumed with me and only me. I want you yearning for my touch until you beg.

Sariel removed Emma's undergarments then skimmed his fingertips slowly and lightly up her back, her body shivering in response.

Sariel: A small reward for guessing correctly, now stay exactly as you are.

He was still behind her and he let his breath wash over Emma's ear. Sariel waited a moment and then Emma took in a shallow breath and nodded.

Sariel: Have I ever told you how happy it makes me knowing that you enjoy pleasing me? When you look at me with desire? When you wrap your arms around my neck and kiss me passionately? When you remove my clothes for me?

Sariel's voice was deep and laced with lust as he continued to whisper in Emma's ear.

Sariel: The way your soft lips feel around my cock as you pleasure me? The way your tongue moves over it and licks it? The way your dainty hands grasp my thighs as your head moves up and down?

Sariel could see Emma's chest beginning to heave slightly with every breath she took and he blew over her ear before continuing.

Sariel: The way your legs wrap around my waist when I've sunk myself into you? The way you moan for me when you hit your peak? The way your walls tighten around me and take in everything I give you?

Sariel pulled back from Emma. He could see her eyes were closed and that she was beginning to grow restless. He removed his gloves and shirt, the sound overly loud in the otherwise quiet room and he saw Emma bounce on her heels at it. He moved back close to Emma, this time to her other ear.

Sariel: And because you always make me so happy that I love to make you happy in return in so many different ways. When I pull you into my embrace. When I kiss you lips, twining our tongues together. When I kiss your collarbone, your neck, your ear.

Sariel let his lips brush faintly against Emma's ear at that last part making her lick her lips and let out a soft moan.

Sariel: When I run my hands along your soft skin tracing the curves of your figure. When I cup your breasts with them while I suck and lick your firm nipples. When they slide down your stomach to your most tender spot and wet opening. When I slip my fingers inside that wetness.

Sariel smirked as Emma began to writhe and rub her legs together at his words, he knew she was becoming desperate and it wouldn't take much longer before she couldn't take it.

Sariel: When I remove my fingers and I kiss that tender spot. When I move my tongue up and down your wet slit and you buck up against my face. When I finally sink my cock deep inside you and you…

Emma: Sariel!

Sariel grinned to himself at how desperate she sounded but he made no reply and didn't move. It took only a moment before Emma was slowly turning her head to face him. He loved that wanton and needy look her in eyes, a look only ever for him.

Emma: Please Sariel, I need you. I'm begging you to take me, I'm begging you to let me feel you inside me, please.

Sariel: Very well, but only if you can figure out a way where my cock and your dripping wet pussy are the only things touching.

Sariel stepped back from Emma to remove the rest of his clothes while she looked down at her still tied together hands then over at the bed and then to him. He grinned as Emma walked over to the bed sitting down on the edge then positioning herself face down into the pillows with her ass in the air and legs spread wide.

Sariel: Well done Emma, perhaps another small reward is in order?

Sariel put his hands on her hips and then slowly dragged his tongue along her soaking wet slit and Emma moaned loudly followed quickly by a whimper when he removed his hands and tongue from her body.

Sariel: You followed my instructions to beg perfectly.

Sariel guided himself into Emma slowly. Her moans, the way she cried out his name and her pleas for more were music to his ears. It didn't take long for both of them to reach their peaks and collapse onto the bed completely spent, at which point Sariel turned to his side to face Emma and untied her wrists before she snuggled into his arms.

They laid there quietly in each other's arms for quite awhile. Sariel was absently stroking Emma's hair when he felt her shift suddenly and look up at him apologetically.

Emma: I really am so sorry for all the trouble that Clavis caused you. I didn't think he'd go back to being as bad as he used to.

Sariel: Well his improvement wasn't that great to begin with however; there's no need for you to apologize or feel guilty.

Emma: Because I've already been punished.

Sariel let out a laugh at Emma's words.

Sariel: There is that but more importantly…

Sariel drew Emma even closer to him still and kissed the top of her head.

Sariel: You have given this devil such a wonderful life over these years, it's like my own personal heaven that I can never begin to thank you enough for. So I suppose that I can accept a little mischief in it every once in a while.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince sariel #ikepri sariel #ikepri emma #sariel noir #ikepri clavis #ikemen prince clavis #clavis lelouch

[kukuandkookie]

wip titles meme

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @crimsonrainseekingflower! 💕💕💕

Thank you for the welcome surprise—another one I finally discovered once I looked at my notifications and stuff! Fortunately this time I’m remembering to make my own post haha. 😆

I hope you don’t mind if I also divide by fandom, and these only vaguely include a couple art wips!:

SVSSS:

Grave Matters

Cinderella III: A Twist in Time AU!?

Just a Dream (is this unfortunately a lame-ass title 😔)

Haunting You

Singles’ Day

TLJ/ZZL/LBH/SXY ADDAMS FAMILY AU??????????

Bingqiu White Snake (animated movie) AU

Waiting for the Tree Branches to Bloom Again

Safe from the Storm

I See in Both Your Eyes (Something Indigo)

AU: The Lion King II??

Family Meal Goes “Wrong”

TLJ’s Lament

LBH²

狗哥狗哥，你真了不得 (Gou-ge, Gou-ge…)

Slavic Vampires…

CNY Dumplings Competition

Enchanted (because we’re doing this now, I guess)

Limb Regeneration What If?? 🤔

Of Costumes and Candies (Something Orange)

Something Old, Something New, and… (Something Blue)

SV OTGW AU

I Ship My Rival x Me AU

I Have to be a Great Villain AU

Happiness Just Out of Reach

Lost and Found

Words to Heart

Breathing Smoke Into the Lungs

HORRIBLE NEW IDEA: Maybe title: Just Enough. Just Enough for Me

Love Letters (that’s all I got so far *insert deepfried emote here*)

Daycare AU???

Hmmm. Prince x Princess AU?

Xi Yang Yang AU

Gongzhu

Followers Milestone Celebration

Teacup scene

I Think My Uncle Ships Us Help

Unattainable

I’d Like to Try Staying Awake (for You)

Breaking the System (aka Fuck the System? Literally or—jk jk lmfao)

Bonuses include the latest chapters for I’d Rather Spend My Whole Life Asleep (With You) and To Tame a Beast, except the former doesn’t have a wip title. The latter does in the sense that the chapter title is Pixiu!

Erha:

Putting the Musing in Amusement Park

This Venerable One Will Not Be Outdone

What You Left Behind/Do You Also Miss Me?

[The] Romance of Wolf/Husky and Haitang

Ghost Bride (Corpse Bride but Chinese?? And Reincarnation)

Reconciliation

Fifteen Growing Up Flirty

Out of the Closet (and Into Your Arms)?

The Prince and the Pauper (but based on The Princess and the Pauper because I’m a criminal who hasn’t read the original 😂)

Wo Jia Dashixiong Naozi You Keng but with an Erha Twist

TW WARNING FOR THIS ONE but Passive suicide ideation fic

IDK WHAT TO WRITE FOR CWN’S BDAY… GOD SOMEONE SEND HELP GFGKDFHGKSDFHG (this one has a more polished but still wip version titled CWN Birthday Fic: Past, Present, or Future, I Want to Celebrate With You 😆)

Jiaoren CWN

Priest CWN & demon MR…hehehe (now a Dianran AU?)

More Than Just Puppy Love

Flower Shop…Redemption…Thingy?

From Wanton Wants to Wonton Wonders

A Taste of What Could Have Been

Screwdriver

First Bow to Heaven and Earth

Hidden Love AU

Mo Ran pulls a Bing-ge

Mind(-Reading) Games

Stone Lion

Swallowed Flowers

Confessions (Role-Swap AU)

TXJ Week (help we’re way past that now 😔): De-Aged Fic

A Tear in My Heart aka Read You Like an Open Book aka To Leave a Piece/Page of Me in the Nooks and Crannies of You?

Shi Mei Jiaoren Fic: [I’m] Afraid to Live Without Breathing

I also have a lot of Erha and SVSSS fic ideas that are unfortunately just blurbs in my ideas document right now and not full-on wips so they don’t have any titles I can share. 😔

Misc:

First Times, Second Chances, and Third Time’s the Charm…s (?) (Link Click)

Missing a You of Another Time (Link Click)

Danmei, xianxia-esque story (Link Click)

Suriel/Sariel

Call of the Wolves (specifically chapter 78)

Chuju the Chou

Papillon and Akuma’s Story

Papillon and Akuma Role Reversal AU Story

Circinus and Pyxis

Smoke & Mirrors

Dimension Hoppers

Take Me Back to Hell (All Saints Street)

I’ll Love You Until All the Stars Fall from the Sky (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei?)

Fengxi like Shade in Firewing (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Mafia AU Xuanli x Laojun (The Legend of Luo Xiaohei)

Continuation of Falling for You (White Cat Legend)

How Could I Ever Ask You to Love Me? (White Cat Legend)

My Shadow It Follows Me

The Us of the Present Could Perhaps Be Just as Tender as the Us of the Past (Scissor Seven)

A Conversation With a Dead Man (MDZS)

Magical Girl AU (MDZS)

Xue Yang’s Regrets (MDZS)

Ao Bing and Nezha in a shoujo high school AU… That’s it. That’s the whole idea (Nezha 2019)

Surprising the Un-Surprise-Able (I Have to be a Great Villain)

Xianxia AU (Kiss the Abyss)

Breathing New Life (Kiss the Abyss)

I Will Chase You to the Ends of Time and Space (Kiss the Abyss)

A Family Outing (Beryl and Sapphire)

Just Some Gay Little Dudes (Beryl and Sapphire)

Steven Universe AU (Beryl and Sapphire)

Something as Sweet as You (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

A Present to be Cherished (I Ship My Adversary x Me)

I Ship My Adversary x Me and 严禁造谣 Crossover? AU Swap?

Additional misc wips I haven’t touched in forever are the latest chapters for The World Doesn’t Deserve You (MDZS) and Frostbite (All Saints Street). 😅

And as a bonus, these aren’t at all “official” yet but the more I read for some manhua the more I’m tempted to write fics for them… For example, a fic for Blemishing the Contaminated or My Lovely Troublemaker season 2 would be so cute, even if I don’t exactly have any clear or obvious ideas for them. 🥺

Phew, wow. I had way more wips than I expected AKFJSKFHSJS. Some are honestly just super half-baked documents tucked away in a folder with only a title and outline, but I hope something here was of interest to you guys. 😆💖

As for tagging…

I also don’t think I’m capable of tagging as many people as I have wips otl. So I hope you guys don’t mind if I tag just a few of you!

@ezrathesplit @levia-kun @yumichanhamano @softdekus @rongzhi @azunshi

(Of course, if you would rather not, feel free not to do this!)

#kuku rambles #kuku88 #fanfiction #fanfic #fic #svsss #erha #2ha #scum villain’s self-saving system #人渣反派自救系统 #the dumb husky and his white cat shizun #erha he ta de bai mao shizun #bingqiu #ranwan #and a bunch of other ships 😆 #beryl and sapphire #kiss the abyss #I ship my rival x me #I ship my adversary x me #我磕了对家x我的cp #I have to be a great villain #严禁造谣 #link click #shiguang daili ren #时光代理人

[reccyls]

awwwwww

in licht's POV of his third birthday story, there's a flashback to how the twins' would spend their birthday with sariel when they were younger. sariel would sneak them out of the palace and take them to a store that sold salisbury steak so they could have a treat. the twins would offer to split their portions with sariel, but actually they were just trying to foist their carrots off onto him (because they both hate carrots). but sariel said he'd let them off just for today, because it was their birthday.

back to the present, the store has been shut down when licht visits, as he wanted to buy something for nokto for their birthday. so the MC offers to try and make it for him. when they return to the kitchen castles to try and make it (and licht's characteristic... difficulties with the kitchen cause some problems haha), sariel appears at the kitchen, as he's been looking for licht to give him a birthday present as well. then he notices what they're doing and offers to help cook too.

it's a loud, lively birthday. licht hasn't had one of these in a long time. he used to never think his birthday was worth celebrating, that nothing good came of it. but not all of his birthday memories had been terrible. and now he has the MC, and sariel, and nokto too. so even though the steak that MC made didn't taste exactly the same as the one in his memories, he's happy. he's really, really happy.

#ikemen prince #licht (ikepri)

[shatcey]

Ikemen Prince

Main routes

Luke

Clavis (unknown knight) Clavis (fight) Clavis (horn monster) Clavis (Gilbert)

Sariel (first ch) Sariel (sounds) Sariel (Clavis&Nokto) Sariel (prince)

Silvio (family thing) Silvio (drinks) Silvio (summer's breath) Silvio (siblings) Silvio (romantic ending)

Keith (Naive Yves) Keith (He cares)

Jin (Clavis on dramatic ending)

Gilbert (first prince) Gilbert (Yves?) Gilbert (Emperor) Gilbert (13ch) Gilbert (Gil and Chev) Gilbert (Walter) Gilbert (she did it) Gilbert (Aww) Gilbert (Black book) Gilbert (Licht) Gilbert (Sweet Chev)

Licht (thread)

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Events

Love Island

Christmas (Gilbert)

Once bitten, twice shy (Gil epilogue)

Love Me, Hate Me (Chev)

Prince's holiday (play outside) JP Prince's holiday (cooking team) JP

His loyal maid (Silvio epilogue)

My hot bodyguard (Gil) My hot bodyguard (Clavis)

Catch a bunny rabbit

Gilbert's Game (card)

Devour me whole (Yves)

Aphrodisiac (Keith... bully)

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Bond bonus story

Jin's type

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Birthdays

21/12 (Gilbert)

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News

Prince's holiday (jp) Add VA Silvio + Rio (jp) Add VA (Chev+Leon)

Gil's route announcement (Why?) Add VA (Licht+Nokto+Yves)

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Other

He's stalking me No princesses Lucky ticket (Yves) Poor?

Eye Liner (Keith) Spectacular view Description (Silvio) Jin's birthday card First prince (Gil) 3 events at the same time Voices on the loading screen Who are you Cyran Dollhouse

Her choice (ending d/r)

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🔝 Start page 🔝

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[dove-da-birb]

Shameless Self-Insert Hours & Nicknames

Picrew | I list the nicknames I would use for TWST, Ikevamp & Ikepri because I would absolutely annoy the ever-living hell out of them for my own entertainment. (Picrew at the bottom)

"Wait a damn minute, this is an Otome? NOPE CAN'T CATCH ME! LATER LOSERS! PEACE!

Name; Dove

Birthday; June 30, 2001

Height; 166 cm

Dominant Hand; Right

Pronouns; They/Them

Gender; Non-binary / I'm just vibing

Sexuality; Asexual (neutral)

Romantic Orientation; Aromantic (neutral)

MBTI; bruh, idk and idc anymore, I just vibe

Enneagram; 5w6

Hobbies; writing, reading, knitting, crocheting, drawing, cleaning, dancing, singing, annoying friends

Talent; pulling stories out of thin air

Pet Peeve; getting hair in their mouth and cleaning up other people's messes

Other; Eldest of three siblings and acts as the peacekeeper of the entire family. Gots that juicy gifted kid to undiagnosed neurodivergent adult drip. Speaks English and a tiny bit of French. Swears like a sailor. Has the sides of their head shaved (undercut). Hair is a mix of 2B and 3A.

Modern Aesthetic; dark academia, art hoe, and grandparent-core

For Fantasy Games; plays with dresses and suits, mixing up the more gendered clothing

Somehow ends up going into several games that they play or are interested in. IDK man, just thought it would be fun

Nicknames they have for people;

Twst

Ace; Ass

Deuce; Deedee

Riddle; Riddler

Trey; just Trey

Cater; Cat

Leona; House cat

Ruggie; Gigi

Jack; just Jack

Azul; Adam

Jade; Florence

Floyd; Jasper

Kalim; Kal

Jamil; Millie

Vil; Queenie

Rook; Monsieur Ombre

Epel; Epi-pen

Idia; Idea, Ikea

Ortho; Son

Malleus; Tim (insert Tim 'Hornton' joke here)

Lilia; Lily

Sebek; Beckie, Beks

Silver; Silvie

Ikevamp

Isaac; Apple tater

Arthur; just Doyle, sometimes Dodo

Vincent; Vinny

Theodorus; Dora

Dazai; Ozzi

Comte; Germs

Mozart; Zarty

Napoleon; Bonny

Sebastian; Seb

Leonardo; Lee, Finky

Jean; John

Shakespeare; Pear, Billiam, Shakes

Vlad; Lad

Faust; Jojo

Charles; Hen

Ikepri

Chevalier; Chevie, Cheval (horse), Computer

Clavis; Clavs, Clavicle

Gilbert; Giovanni, Bertie

Jin; Jen

Keith; just Keith

Leon; Dompy (surname)

Licht; Lick

Luke; Lulu

Nokto; Nok-nok, Toto

Rio; just Rio

Sariel; Ariel, Elly

Silvio; who? (straight up ignores him) fine fine, Silly it is

Yves; Yew

Ikevil

William Rex; Rexy

Liam Evans; Evs

Roger Barel; Roadkill

Victor; Tori

Elbert Greetia; Elbow

Ellis Twilight; Twilight Sparkle, Lizzie

Alfons Sylvatica; Alfie, Alf

Harrison Gray; Hare

Jude; Dude

*forgets others*

Obey Me

Lucifer; Loo

Mammon; Mams, Mammogram

Leviathan; Levi, Nerd

Satan; Nerd, Dork, Blondie

Asmodeus; Asmo, Momo

Beelzebub; Bee, Bubs, Bubbie

Belphegor; Belphewhore, Bels

Diavolo; Princess

Barbatos; Barbie

Solomon; Old Man

Simeon; Angel

Luke; just Luke

Thirteen; Lucky

Mephistopheles *idc how it's spelt*; Mepmep

Raphael; just his name

More nicknames tbd

#dove self-insert #not a lot of lore but i went ham with the nicknames #i'm not tagging all the characters #dove lore #so many of them would HATE their nicknames and i LOVE it #i spent way too long on this #lemme know which ones are your favourite nicknames

[ikeromantic]

Hello. I really enjoyed your fanfic with the ikeprinces adopting kids and your cheva route rewrites. You write the characters so well I feel like I was reading actual cybird-released stories. Thanks for sharing your amazing work. I saw that your asks is open so I thought I’d give it a try. :) We know from previous stories that Clavis sends assassins after Chev and on Chev’s birthday, Clavis himself visits. I don’t know if you’ve read Clavis’s romantic route yet but I’ve been wondering since then… what if Clavis actually succeeds? How would Clavis feel about that? What would be a world without Chevalier be like? Thanks in advance and keep up the great work!

This was a little melancholy to write. Approx. 1300 words of a world without Chev.

Clavis sat in the faction office, staring at the stacks of folders on the desk. Reports from the border, intelligence from spies, letters from merchants, and contracts made up the bulk, along with petitions and revisions to law. Sariel would no doubt bring another round by this afternoon.

The work of a prince was never-ending. All the more so when - 

“There you are.” Nokto stepped into the room, his usual insouciant smile on his face though there was a wariness in his posture.

“Yes, here I am and there you are. The sky is blue and why are we stating the obvious today?” His smile was sharper, thinner than it had been. Everything about him felt that way, though he tried not to show it. 

Nokto scowled. “I was looking for you. One of my lovely ladies had some information on shipments into Obsidian.”

Clavis held onto his smile, though he felt like cursing. “Set it in the pile there. That one is for reports on Obsidian.” He would have to read it and try his best to correlate it with all the other odds and ends he had. Try to put together an idea of what their belligerent neighbor was up to now. 

“Sure.” Nokto’s gaze narrowed. “I also have a question.”

“And I have an answer. No.” Clavis did not need to be a mind reader to know what Nokto’s question was. Licht had disappeared in the unrest following . . . following the death of Chevalier. Privately, Clavis was certain he was dead. It was no secret how he threw himself into danger with no worry for his own life. 

Nokto’s frown deepened. “You didn’t even let me tell you what I want to know.”

“Alright. But if you ask and it’s the same thing you always ask, I am going to pick a random vial from my belt and throw it at you.”

His brother paled, but he nodded. “Fine. I wanted to know if you heard anything about . . . Emma.”

It was Clavis’ turn to blanch. “No,” he said, his voice hoarse. He cleared his throat, forcing a smile back onto his lips. “Now if that was all?”

“Of course. I’ll let you get back to it.” Nokto left, his footsteps echoing. 

Emma. Another likely casualty. Clavis stood and left the room, his head pounding. He didn’t have Chev’s love of reading, nor his ability to remember everything he read. What had come easy to the second born prince came hard to his younger brother. 

Cyran fell into step behind him, a necessary shadow. Even the palace was not completely safe these days. 

Clavis wandered the palace with no real destination in mind. His feet lead him slowly toward the royal crypt. He didn’t want to go there, but it was like a tidal pull. Gentle but inexorable. 

There were flowers on Jin’s grave but the tomb beside his was barren. No wonder, as it belonged to the first prince’s murder, Luke. An unexpected betrayal, that. Though, perhaps . . . Clavis’ eyes wandered to the next tomb. Chevalier. He might have suspected their youngest brother. 

Clavis stared hard at the tomb, the letters of his brother’s name etched deeply into the marble. An angel sat atop the stone, weeping. Had anyone else cried for Chevalier? The Brutal Beast . . . but who was more brutal, truly?

“I didn’t think I would find you here.” Leon raised an eyebrow. 

“I was just taking a break. A walk.” Clavis could not help the slight bitterness in his voice. 

Leon nodded in understanding. He held a fresh bouquet of white roses. He set them on Chev’s tomb. “I miss him, you know? Even though we didn’t always agree on things. He was my brother.”

“Mine too.” Guilt squeezed at his heart. Clavis ignored it. 

“I was thinking we might organize another search. For Licht. And Emma.” He phrased it less as a question than a statement.

Clavis shrugged. “We could, if there is new information on where to look. The rebels might have either or both of them. Or Obsidian.”

“We would have heard something from Gilbert if that was the case.”

“Likely.” He sighed. His rebel informants were dead or on the run. If the prince or Belle were captives in Rhodolite, he had no way to know. It was funny how an appetite for change became a hunger for violence when the opportunity arose, only to turn to cowardice at the first taste of consequence. 

Leon studied him as if trying to parse the bland smile Clavis wore. He took a long, slow breath, exhaling before he said, “It wasn’t your fault. You know that, right?”

Clavis wanted to laugh. For the hundredth time he considered confessing. 

“You couldn’t have known the assassins would strike when they did. Or that Chevalier would fall to them.” Leon gave him a sad half-smile. “None of us did. I know I thought Chev would always be here. I couldn’t imagine -”

“Fun as this conversation is, I have to get back to work. Toodaloo.” Clavis turned on his heel and waved. He felt as if his chest was being squeezed in a tight fist. The pressure was so great that he could not breathe. Had Leon stopped him right then, he would have blabbed the whole thing.

The assassins were his. Oh, not directly of course. But he’d ensured the funding and encouraged the discontent. Made certain of the opportunity. And why not? The Beast sacrificed lives to see his goals through. His life could be ended for the same. Yet when it happened . . . nothing came together as planned.

The discontent nobles attacked the palace, but the commoners attacked the nobles. Angry at low wages and bad treatment, they looted and stole what they could. Luke took advantage of the chaos to get revenge on Jin. And then welcomed his Obsidian friends across the border.

It was only luck that the nobles besieging the palace were more frightened of becoming Obsidianite slaves than they were angry at the royal family. Leon managed to quell their protest and lead them into battle at the border. Victory came at a steep price though. 

Decimated and weary, the nobles and the princes fell into an uneasy peace. The commoners were not so easily subdued. They continued to raid and burn, arriving out of nowhere and fading once the violence was done. Licht went to fight them, telling no one of his plans. One day he was in the palace, and the next, gone. Not a whisper from him since.

Emma . . . Emma tried to broker peace with rebels. They burned her bookstore to the ground in response. No body was found but Clavis was sure he’d gotten her killed too. He didn’t need Leon to tell him it was all ok. It wasn’t. It wouldn’t be. But he could continue on anyway, because that was his punishment now.

To live in a world he had created. Clavis still felt a burning hatred for Chevalier. A heavy dissatisfaction that even in death, the Brutal Beast outsmarted him once again. And beneath that, in a part of himself that he would never admit to, he missed him. The challenge in his icy gaze, the razor-sharp mind, the expressions he reserved only for those he allowed close. 

Somehow, Clavis’ wandering steps took him to the library instead of the office. He stopped in the doorway. “I don’t want to be here,” he said, so softly that he thought Cyran hadn’t heard.

“Let’s go, then. Don’t you have a meeting with Prince Silvio this afternoon? We can prep for that.”

“Yes. Of course. I must be ready to surprise the jangler, ‘eh?” Clavis laughed, a sound as false as his smile. Rhodolite was a darker place to live, these days. Like Clavis himself, it wore a smile on the outside. Garlanded in roses and festivals, but beneath that face, there was a hollowness. Would it heal in time? Would he? 

Clavis swallowed it all down, his smile growing wider. “I have some ideas for Silvio. Let’s drop by my room.”

#ikemen prince #ikepri clavis #clavis lelouch #ikepri Leon #ikepri Nokto #otome guys #otome #fanfiction #fanfic #cybird otome

[dark-frosted-heart]

Licht 3rd Birthday Story - Love Me Like Crazy Normal POV

As usual, I gloss over any smuttiness that happens in stories. And things got a little confusing at the end - -;

Each time Licht's birthday approaches, he suffers from nightmares. Seem that every time he finds some happiness, he's also tormented and repents for being born.

Before the sun even rises, MC wakes up to the sound of heavy breathing coming from beside her. She wakes Licht up, running her hand through his hair*. When he finally awakens, she greets him with a smile and asks if he wants water. Licht would rather hold her instead and so she opens her arms to let him hug her. Licht asks if he woke her and apologizes but MC tells him that he didn't. She just woke up because she had something on her mind. But what she's thinking about is a secret.

Licht thanks her with a smile. At her confusion, he says that she's probably thinking about his birthday. Oops, she's been found out. Licht tells her that she's easy to read and kisses her temple. He then asks her to spend time with him on his birthday if she hasn't prepared anything yet. Hearing that he has a request this year hits her in the feels. MC immediately agrees and asks what he'd like. First, Licht would like to make out with her. After that, well, there's someone else he'd like to them to celebrate with. Because of Licht's "curse", he's always been avoiding Nokto. But it seems like this year he wants to celebrate with his other half. Kissing him on the cheek, MC agrees to do everything Licht wishes for. She wants to make him even happier than last year because he deserves it. Licht kisses MC all over her face before finally pushing her down onto the bed and kissing her on the lips. He asks if she wants to go back to sleep since it's still early. MC'd rather wipe his nightmares away, she tells herself. She reaches for the back of his neck and he smiles at her fondly.

--

The day of the twin's birthday arrives. Licht's taken MC to a restaurant hidden in an alley to buy Nokto a gift. The hamburger steak from this restaurant was a favorite of theirs but it looks like the restaurant's gone out of business based on the rusty-looking door. MC asks if this place holds a special place in his heart. Licht explains that when they were kids, Sariel would sneak them to this restaurant on their birthday. Until that day. He had wanted Nokto to have hamburger steak after so long, and for MC to try it too. MC asks if he remembers the tastes. She will make it. Even if he can't remember the exact taste, she can make something similar. There's nothing she can't do for Licht's birthday she proclaims, flexing her arm. Licht lets out a soft laught and calls her cute. While MC feels embarrassed, she'd do anything for his smile.

--

After buying the ingredients, the two head to the castle kitchen and get started on making the hamburgers. While helping MC, Licht kneads the minced meat a little too vigorously and ends up breaking the bowl. Embarrassed, he tells her to stop laughing. MC couldn't help it since she's never seen someone break a bowl kneading meat. Licht says he'll do it better next time, handling it gently as if he were touching MC. Don't use analogies like that, she exclaims.

Sariel calls out from the doorway, having heard some cheerful voices. He was looking for Licht who asks if there's some official business. No, Sariel just wanted to give the prince something. Sariel presents Licht with a purple** box. Opening the box, he finds horse grooming tools. Sariel had seen that some of the tools Licht used were breaking. He smiles softly at the prince and wishes him a happy birthday. He hasn't celebrated since Licht was a child, but it should be fine now. If Sariel says it's not a problem now, then it means that the metaphorical knife is stabbing at Licht's heart less now. Licht thanks the bureaucrat and though his expression doesn't change, his overall aura has softened.

Sariel then notices that they're making hamburgers. When MC tells him she's trying to make the hamburger steaks the twins remember. Sariel remarks that the owner of the hamburger steak restaurant had passed away a few years ago. Sariel offers his assistance. It's for Licht's birthday after all. Removing his coat and rolling up his sleeves, he gathers the meat that had spilled earlier. As MC thanks him, music floats in through the window. It sounded like what you'd hear from a dance party. Looks like Nokto's party has started, Sariel informs them. He asks if they'd want to attend next year. Licht doesn't. Because that means spending less time with MC. They fall into silence again. MC starts to hum a song she had heard recently and is soon joined by Licht's singing. As she switches songs, Licht follows along and soon, the kitchen's filled with lively singing. Sariel quietly says that he feels like the one that's receiving a gift.

--

Making the hamburger steak was a process, but in the end, it had turned out. That evening, MC lays out the hamburger steak in a drawing room and invites Nokto, whose party had finished. Nokto asks what's going on and Licht tells him that it's a birthday party for the both of them. The younger twin's in disbelief. MC, Sariel, and Licht look at each other before saying "happy birthday". Averting his eyes, Nokto thanks them but also reminds them that it's Licht's birthday too. Licht tells him that he's been celebrated enough. MC notes that Nokto's acting unusually shy. He asks if he can have the hamburger steak and MC says of course he can. The three made it together, she tells him. Which he can see by its misshapen form. Licht flatly tells him not to eat it if he has a problem with it. Nokto's famished though. He didn't eat at the party because he was busy entertaining guests. The four take their seats and MC watches Nokto take a bite with anticipation. It's delicious. MC asks if the taste brings back memories. Nokto's confused by her question but Licht gives him a look. Nokto continues eating before saying it's probably something he won't get to eat next year. Licht calls him conceited. The two smile at each other. MC's sure that this was what Licht wanted the most for his birthday. Sariel and MC secretly exchange smiles.

--

That night in MC's room, Licht hugs MC from behind and tells her that it's her turn. He reminds her of what he wanted from her. Turning around in his arms, MC kisses him. Pinning her against the wall, Licht tells her that when she's happy, he's happy. And when she feels comfortable, he feels good too. And that's what makes his birthdays special. He asks if it's alright to mess around with her. MC gives him the okay. As much as he wants. But before she completely loses herself to pleasure, she kisses him and wishes him a happy birthday. He smiles happily and MC sees that he doesn't look tortured at all. She's glad.

--

The next morning, MC wakes up and sees Licht who greets her with a smile. She tries to remember when she fell asleep, but then gets embarrassed in the process. Tired from the night before, Licht helps her sit up and pulls her into his arms. MC nuzzles his warm chest that proves that he's alive. Licht tells her that he didn't dream last night. Usually he shoots up awake in a panic but for once, he had a peaceful night. Licht strokes MC's hair and tells her that he maybe he's gone out of whack. He had asked himself how he could accept her birthday wishes without a thought. When he suffers, she suffers too, and he didn't want her to feel the pain of her gift. And so, this year, he's decided he's going to indulge in her as much as possible. If he didn't deny himself, ignored any sense of guilt and sought happiness from her, his sense of "pain" would malfunction and he'd be able to accept her words of congratulations. Of course, that could all just be a façade. But just this once for his birthday...

MC's greedy though. She wants him to deviate on all other days too. She'll do whatever it takes. It's not a bad thing to be happy, she thinks. Even for someone like Licht who'll never be able to forgive himself. Licht thanks her. It's thanks to MC that he has a future. MC wants to love him so much that she goes mad. And wants to be loved in return. As if sensing her feelings, Licht holds her tighter and tells her that he loves being with her the most. And of course MC does too. She gives him a kiss that causes him to laugh.

*just noting that Licht's hair is stiff ** specifically tatarian aster

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri jp #ikepri summary #licht is healing 😭