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not-krys · 1 year

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WIP Wednesday: I'm Not Alone, and Neither Are You

The original idea for 'Name', but it has more of a focus on Leon and the fourth 'prince's' scenes together.

Regular warnings: raw writing, not edited, more like glorified notes than anything. It had been a while since I had done Leon's route, so some things I'm sure I got wrong, but this is an AU where the original prince has a different gender than was in canon, so I think I have some leeway in making shit up.

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"Prince Leon," a snide voice called to the figure on the bed, startling them as a young boy with black hair and golden eyes was thrown onto the floor.

"Meet… Prince Leon."

The boy on the floor, covered in scratches and bruises, gritted his teeth and looked up at the figure on the bed, seeing the same black hair and golden eyes staring back at him, widened with fright.

Slowly, the child on the bed swallowed their fright, hand on their chest.

"Please be kinder to him," the voice was gentle despite the fright running through them.

"Only what is required of me, little brat." The snide man chuckled, "I'll leave you two to become better acquainted. You'll be spending quite a lot of time together, after all."

With a laugh and a loud slamming door, the man left, leaving the two children that looked like perfect mirrors of each other.

"Umm," the child on the bed said, "I… I'm sorry for all of this. I-I'm sure that Mother has compensated your family for this but I-"

"I don't have a family." the boy said bluntly, making the child on the bed recede further away.

"Oh. Oh, I'm so sorry I-"

"That man picked me up from the quarry for a copper penny. I didn't have a family to begin with. Don't know my parents. No mama or papa to speak of. Nothing but work since I was born."

"So, a slave boy then… I'm sorr-"

"Stop apologizing."

The child stopped, biting their lip and clenching their hands in the white sheets.

"Why are you in bed?" The boy questioned, "it's the middle of the day."

The child touched their chest once again.

"My heart acts funny when I get too excited. It's… it's why you were brought here."

"I dunno how to fix funny hearts."

"Not to fix me. The palace physiker has already tried. You're here… to be me, Leon Dompteur."

"Be Leon Dompteur?"

"You're…. You're going to be my replacement. I'm not supposed to live much longer, because my heart acts funny sometimes. So you were bought to become me."

"Sounds stupid."

"It is." the child sighed, breathing slowly and careful. "But Mother doesn't want the secret getting out about me dying. Or… about my other secret."

"Other secret?"

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[Later, on more friendly terms]

"When we are alone, I would prefer it if you would call me Leona."

"Leona?"

"Yes," she smiled sadly, "Since… well, it won't be my name for much longer, I would like to be called something I feel suits me better. And, Leon is going to be your name from now on, after all."

"You still have some attachment to your old name though. You could go all out and choose a more fantastical as your name."

"I think I like Leona best, since I was called Leon for so long. Something completely different might not register."

"Heh, whatever, Princess Leona."

She smiled.

"What was your name before?"

"Before?" He quirked an eyebrow, "don't know. No one ever gave me a name."

"Then, I'm giving you my name."

"A princess's hand-me-downs. How gracious of you."

"Is there another name you would like to be called then?"

"Not really. I kinda like Leon. Like a lion."

Leona smiled,

"You are very fierce and brave. It suits you."

"Your brother's the one the start the fight. I just had to defend myself."

"He tends to be like that, the few times I've met with him."

"Do you think it's because he's suspicious of me?"

"Chevalier is rather perceptive, it can be frightening sometimes."

"He was fun to fight though. Didn't hold anything back."

"Please be nice to my brothers, Leon. They'll soon be your brothers too, you know."

"You're far too nice when it comes to them. They're you're half-brothers."

"I know," the girl sighed, sipping tea, "I wish I knew all of them better, to not have to hide myself away from them."

Leon frowned.

"Do they know you're actually a girl?"

She shook her head.

"No, they only know of me as the fourth prince. It would not surprise me if Chevalier knew, however."

"Yeah, that guy is scary smart." Leon scratched his head. "Crazy good with a sword too."

#krys's adventure's in fanfiction #wip wednesday #ikemen prince #leon dompteur #devon's headcanons about Leon being a trans ally have lived rent free in my head for a while #thus what lead to the original idea for this fic #fourth prince can be interpreted as either #I think #kinda wish there was more about the transition period of the fourth prince 'transferring' himself into Leon #and how if at all anyone noticed the change between the two #had it in my head at the time that Chevalier noticed #because chev is gonna chev #and attempts to fight Leon #but then there's also a part of me that says Chev wouldn't care about the real fourth prince because he was so sickly that he couldn't do-#much #basically calling him useless #as chev tends to do #but he accepts our Leon slightly more because he fights back #and is not a sickly child #if that makes sense #much as I wanna make Chev play nice #chev does not play nice #ever #lol

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ajl1963 · 1 year

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November Deco Doings

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sci-firenegade · 11 months

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So I just started reading The Knight of the Cart by de Troyes and I'm lol'ing.

Just imagining Russell!Lancelot in some of these situations hdksjwka

#i want to draw him in the cart #brian would be loosing it #le Chevalier de la Charrette #chretien de troyes #the adventures of sir lancelot #sci's musings

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ikeromantic · 5 months

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His Touch

How the IkePri guys show affection through touches . . . headcanon ofc.

Chevalier

His touch is sure and possessive. There is a false confidence in his rough handling. He knows he lacks practice and a gentle hand, but this does not deter him. He will learn you until his touch is the only thing you crave. Until his hands memorize the map of your body, and his lips have claimed every peak and valley.

Clavis

Playful, progressive, experimental . . . Clavis' touch is all that and more. You are the material and the result, a means and an end. He loves to toy with you, his touches carnal and teasing. Adventurous. There is never a dull moment. And the more he tries, the more he wants to try. He will push the boundaries of pleasure and find new ways to make you sigh or scream.

Nokto

He touches you with practised hands. A man that calculates the value and impact of every touch. Nokto knows you in ways you do not know yourself. Despite the depth and breadth of his knowledge, love is new to him. And so, even with all his experience, he is often surprised. Not by your reaction, but his own.

Luke

His touch is unpracticed but confident. A simple certainty, both gentle and protective. Though his size makes him sometimes cautious, he trusts himself with you. He is encompassing in his affection, and even the lightest caress will often lead to being hugged, lifted, held. He wants to hold you close, all of you to all of him.

Leon

His touch is passionate and sweet. A burst of fire that warms without burning. He values every brush of his skin against yours. Holding hands under the table, letting his knee rest against your leg, a kiss on the cheek in passing. Leon is unreserved in his affection and it shows in the way he reaches for you.

Jin

Jin's touch is the essence of adoration and desire. Though he is an experienced lover, his previous encounters were practical, a pleasurable transaction. In short, nothing like the love he shares with you. This shows in the intimacy he shares. From his possessive arm around your waist to the less-than-chaste kiss goodbye before he goes about his business. If he could, he would never let go.

Yves

His touch is that of an artist with his most valued treasure. Gentle yet desperate, eager to hold and love. You are his favorite thing. He wants to show you off, his arm linked in yours, a partner. He wants to treat you with gifts and treats, his touch joyful and creative. He wants to be the only one you see, greedy and wracked with desire.

Licht

He touches you with a sense of awe. You are the unexpected future. A world he did not believe existed for him. He lives in you, through you, beside you. His touch is almost worshipful. When you are with him, anything is possible. His touch is a fevered need to know you are there. That you will always be there. And to remind you that he is still here, because of you.

Sariel

His touch is the devil's. Wicked and wonderful, a lover with experience. Disciplined and cool, he keeps his passionate side well hidden in public view. From the outside, it would be easy to dismiss the brush of a kiss to your cheek, the hand on your back, the momentary press of his side to yours. But these are all promises of more, when the moment is right. In private, he is still disciplined but far from cool. His love is a flame that burns and warms.

Rio

There is only one word for his touch. Devotion. All of him is yours. Every touch is a surrender to you, and a claim. What you take, you give. He wants to be everything for you. A caretaker. Protector. Friend. Lover. Confidant. His hand on your shoulder, his lips to your ear, his eyes always on you.

Keith

Keith's touch is cautious, at times reserved. You are a precious creature, a wonder that he is only beginning to explore. Even after years together, there is a sense of wonder in him at every kiss and embrace. He is exultant and protective, his fingers twined with yours. His kisses always begin gently, but may not end that way. His touch is kind, unpracticed, authentic and genuine and overflowing with love.

Wicked Keith

His touch is playful, taunting you with unexpected sensations. The sharp nip of his teeth, the caress of his tongue instead of a chaste kiss. He thrills with your reactions, and always seeks some new way to excite you. His hands are possessive, and whenever possible, he will hold onto you. He is fierce and wild, a proud creature that has claimed you for his own, and this shows in everything he does - from the way his hand settles around your shoulders to the press of his lips to yours.

Silvio

Silvio is a practiced lover, a man of wealth and experience. His touch is an adventure, an exploration of you. You are his discovery, a strange and lovely creature that passed his careful defenses and now that you are within the walls of his heart, he will never let you go. While his words are sometimes brash, his touch never is. He is a thoughtful lover, an affectionate friend. His hand rests on the small of your back, or holds your hand as if you were a delicate flower he is afraid he might crush. His kiss is like the ocean, calm upon the surface and churning with deep currents beneath.

Gilbert

His touch is that of the conqueror, one that revels in the delight of what he unexpectedly won. Possessive, an arrogance that belies the desperation and uncertainty beneath. A lonely creature that has found you, and will never let you go. You are both the entertainment and the entertained. In possessing you, he is possessed. His touch is needy, hungry, and eager, though he would never admit it. His kisses are fevered passion hidden behind a calculating veneer.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #fanfiction #fanfic #otome #otome guys #fluff #reactions #headcanon

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yuri-is-online · 9 months

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Hi, there (again)!

If it's not too much trouble, make a second and last request, I can request

Pronto: (5) seeing their partner wearing someone else's jacket

With Trey, Silver And Sebek?

In case of passing me orders you can discard my order. Take your time and at your pace, bye 🌠🌌✍️💐

5. Jealousy pt.1- seeing their partner wearing someone else's jacket

Hello again yourself! I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that this was the most popular prompt huh (ﾟωﾟ；) Sorry I took so long to get back around to this one, I hope it was not too frustrating a wait I find it a bit difficult to wrap my head around Sebek.

notes: they/them pronouns used for Yuu, Rook is a bit dramatic (Trey), light injury but nothing descriptive (Silver), some misunderstandings quickly cleared (Sebek). The rest of the event requests can be found here.

Trey

"My beloved, hath thou truly forgotten me? Tis I! Your sweetheart!"

In a scene out of a particularly annoying, tropey rom com, the thought dead lover throws themselves into the... indifferent arms of a most unwilling extra around whose shoulders have been draped a lab coat to serve as a makeshift cape. Trey should be focusing on his strawberries, or maybe the grip he has on the watering can, but it is getting much more difficult to ignore the farce going on just out of his line of sight. Sure, Trey trusts you, he isn't worried you are going to leave him for Rook of all people he's just worried that you're uncomfortable. That's it. That's why he keeps glancing at the lab coat and not listening to the dialogue.

"Thine eyes doth not deceive thee?" You know you're supposed to put effort into line delivery, but you literally just got this script ten seconds ago so you hope Rook' expectations are low. "I hath been adventuring in a distant land these many moons, thinking only of returning to thee and thine-" your face immediately wrinkles "Rook I'm not saying this shit."

"Non non," Rook shakes his head, dropping character only for a second "You will not be saying them, your character will be saying them." He settles back into his role making doe eyes up at you as you swear you hear the sound of something snapping just behind you. Probably your patience.

"Thine eyes doth not deceive thee, I hath been adventuring in a distant land these many moons, thinking only of returning to thee and thine embrace." the script calls for Rook to dip you, but instead of Le chasseur d’amour you find yourself gently pulled back by your makeshift cape into the arms of a knight.

"Sorry," the "cape" falls to the ground as Trey spins you into a dip, complete with the lengthy kiss the script called for "but I don't have anything cool to say." And yet the way he holds you, the strain in his smile and the angry slit his eyes have slimmed to is very cool. Very rare is the sight of genuine frustration on Trey Clover's face, rarer still the glare. Rook is well and truly enraptured, and now it's your turn to feel jealous.

"Chevalier des Roses! I certainly hope I did not overstep-" That bastard is grinning, almost like he was deliberately trying to poke the bear.

"Of course not." Trey pulls you up, arm wrapped firmly around your waist. "I just need to get a new watering can from storage and was wondering if Yuu wanted to come with me." Ha "ask" as if he is intending on letting you go, his grip hasn't loosened one bit.

Silver

"I'm sorry we weren't able to be of more help, prefect." The kitchen ghost's mournful face looks painfully out of place, you're so used to seeing their big smiles you almost feel like you're the one who screwed up.

"It's ok, really! Please don't feel bad, I'm not going to quit just because we had one little accident." Technically, it was not a little accident, otherwise you would still be wearing your clothes and not a master chef approved chef's jacket, but in pursuit of enlightenment one must be willing to make a few sacrifices. If making coffee could be considered a culinary pursuit.

"I'm very glad to hear that," some of the ghost's usual pep returns, along with it his seriousness as an instructor "but no more attempts today, you hear me? Make sure to put a compress on your arm when you get back to Ramshackle and put some ointment on it. I'll never forgive myself if your burn gets worse." You give a mock salute, carefully cradling the single thermos of coffee you had managed to salvage from your lessons close to your chest with your non injured arm.

"Aye aye captain, I'll make sure to come back to pick up my shirt after I've changed." And you did fully intended to do that if you hadn't run into the exact person your little delivery was for on your way back to your dorm. Silver pauses when he sees you, with a strange tight look on his face you don't recognize that doesn't disappear as you get closer. If anything it gets worse, and he doesn't snap out of it even when you're directly in front of him.

"Silver?" You try one more time and he startles, face slipping back into his normal listlessness.

"Sorry, I don't really know what came over me." So he says, but his attention remains firmly fixed on the coat even if his look is passive. "I didn't realize there were Master Chef classes going on."

"Oh there aren't, I just had a small accident." You say, subconsciously reaching for your sleeve as if you can hide a burn by drawing attention to it. It's a reflex, much like Silver's reach, his fingers careful not to irritate the bruised skin. "Silver?" You ask, trying to find the words you need to reassure him.

"I don't like red on you." He says, so oddly serious it takes you a second to realize he isn't really looking at the burn, no his attention is on your chef's jacket and it's offensive Heartslabyul badge. "Sorry, I don't know what came over me... I should be more concerned about the burns."

"Funny," you laugh ignoring his embarrassment "I think green looks nice on you."

Sebek

Sebek isn't very good at saying what he means. You know this, you love him in spite of this. It makes him feel very lucky, and he has no real problem telling people this. Silver was by far the person who heard him brag about you the most, even if he attempted to downplay just how happy he was to be with you it wasn't like he could hide very much from his friend. Which was what made this situation so... confusing. Hurtful even, Sebek doesn't have words for what he is feeling because "jealous" just feels petty but "distressed" feels pathetic. And he is neither of those things. In his opinion. Because being jealous is something insecure people do, and he is not insecure nor does he not trust Silver.

So why then why is he in so much physical pain?

"Hmph, I expect short sighted napping from Silver, but I was starting to expect better from you." Sebek can't tell who is more surprised that he isn't shouting, you or him. Hell, his tone is so normal Silver hasn't moved from his slumped position against one of the courtyard apple trees. You had been lying on the grass, waiting for him he knows as a fact even if his hammering heart is doubting it.

"Sorry, I couldn't wrap my head around some of the figures Crewel went over in class so I was up late studying." You sit up as you answer him, Silver's jacket falling off of your shoulders and taking Sebek's narrow gaze with it. "I guess I lost track of time."

"Did you ask Silver for help." It's a question but he doesn't voice it as one, there's genuine hurt on your face that pushes him back from anger into embarrassment and shame. You just look confused, looking down at the coat crumpled across your legs then back up at his still on his person and-

Laughing. You start to laugh and the lightest twinge of anger returns firmly setting his face into a cross between a scowl and a pout.

"H-hey I'm being serious. I'm Lord Malleus's retainer, diligent study is not something I will scold you for! I can help you stay awake!" His begging just makes you laugh harder, which should make him angrier but you're smiling. You are smiling and the silliness of the situation really settles on him. Sebek talks to Silver about you all the time, of course Silver would be just as worried as he would if he found you asleep on the courtyard green. There is no challenge to his honor or ability as a partner here, just the friendly concern over the partner of a brother knight.

"I know you are Sebek." You stand up, scrambling over to return Silver his coat before falling naturally into you place at his side and returning his smug pride to his posture. "Can I ask you some questions about those equations? I remember things better when I picture them in your voice."

"Of course!" Said voice booms back to life, the shout finally doing it's job in cracking Silver awake. "Make sure you don't take your eyes off of me for a second, Yuu!"

#twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #trey clover x reader #silver x reader #sebek zigvolt x reader #300 followers celebration #i am so sorry this took forever #for some reason every time i tried to write it i felt like i was running my brain up and down a cheese grater #trying to get the idea out

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scummy-writes · 5 months

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Ikepri Suitors and their OnlyFans Account

This is silly, entirely based on messages in my server over the great Silvio Tit Block and jokes about OF following soon after, but I did put some thought into this!!! Just don't be upset if its odd, because while we all know chev would never have an OF in his life, it is fun imagining it 💭

We'll skip over the 'hows' and 'whys' here. We can pretend they're the princes of OF, and just what they specialize in.

Characters: Chev, Silvio, Gilbert, Clavis, Jin Keith

Chevalier

- There is a room lined with bookshelves, various titles glinting from the low light. In the center is a lavish lounge, and laid out across it is Chevalier. There is a robe draped across the back of it. Nothing on his person save for a book in his hands, which he calmly reads aloud.

- yeah. Chev just reads his romance books while nude on camera. It's a bit of asmr while getting nice eye candy

- a lot of comments in his page is about watching his erection, especially when he gets to a sex scene- people claim to see it twitch at parts, but they're never completely sure.

- rarely cums on camera. Usually reserved for higher tiers where they supply him with rare books that are difficult to find. Those videos focus on him in a different viewpoint, his breath heavy as he tries to control himself. Seeing precum drip down the length of his cock is a sight you'll want etched into your memory.

Clavis

- It's an adventure every time you view a new upload from him. Most of the time, he's testing out sex toys he's created, alongside any experimental lubes or mild aphrodisiacs. Other times, he's slowly fucking his fist or a fleshlight, whimpering out how much he loves his darling.

- his tendencies for being foolish are not entirely gone from here. They will show in the toy designs or follower requests he abides. He's done things such as drawing on himself with whip cream, trying to edge himself with vibrators, or see how long he can last without touching himself while taking his brand of aphrodisiac.

- there is a persona he has for his OF, a silly gentleman who is prone to trying to please his fans through his creations, but between the curated chaos there are softer videos of his. Ones where he sighs out praises and words of love, playing up a fantasy of being your loving husband, coaxing himself to cum on your command.

Jin

- His chest is his money maker. Of course, his whole body could be considered so, but he pays attention to the comments he receives, and he knows what his audience wants. There's many a picture and video of his body slicked with oil, hands squeezing his chest as he winks at the camera

- certainly has started off videos shirtless and in sweatpants, letting his erection strain against the fabric. He's came in his pants just a few times, as a treat to his fans every once in a while.

- lots of focus on him jerking off for the camera. Sometimes he's got the hem of his shirt in his mouth, jerking off while letting you soak in the rest of his body. Other times he's in the shower, soaping his body slowly, paying attention to his chest, laying out his best dirty talk with gentle chuckles and sighs.

- sometimes tests out some of Clavis' special creations, but not often. One dyed his palms and dick, and he's been more careful since.

Silvio

- Silvio is known for his money, and also his tits. Those days out at sea have caused his body to be toned delightfully, and when accentuated with the fine jewelry he wears, it wasn't a surprise that nudes of himself caused a stir among those who knew of him.

- despite how often he sleeps with women, he rarely has any with him in videos. Most of his content centers around tasteful photos of himself, lounging on furniture with jewelry adorning his figure. This account was how others found out just how many piercings he has litered along his body.

- in the few videos he has, the times he collaborates with someone is few and far inbetween. Those videos are often rough, a means to an end for both parties, and when Silvio cums he'll elect to do so on his partner's face when possible. Something in the way he does so, then takes their chin in his hand to survey his work, makes his fans go a bit wild. But outside of those videos, he's often jerking himself off. Slowly, taking his time chasing his pleasure. He'll hiss curses as he gets close to his orgasm, edging himself more and more until he can't take it anymore.

- there are rumors that if you post photos of his tits outside of his OF account, your account will be struck down immediately with an explicit marker. His chest is just too much for other sites to handle.

- carlos has to delete many comments stating "I can fix him", lest Silvio pop off.

Gilbert

- oddly, when you view his content, there is no comments on anything. It's as if you've found a diamond in the rough, a private profile not meant for others eyes. Yet Gilbert doesn't kick you off of the page, and you're surprised at the amount of content he produces for such little price.

- he focuses on different ways for himself to get off. His hand, various toys, trying to cum without touching his cock. Occasionally, he'll experiment with a kink you happen to enjoy, but never mentioned. All the while he asks if his 'little rabbit' is enjoying the show, panting with his chuckles. Watching him cum is a delight, as you get to see how breathless he becomes, how his hips jut as he works his cock to the point of overstimulation.

- at some point, he allows for you to make requests, and you're surprised at how willing he is to do anything you desire. It's a bit concerning, but it's difficult to worry about as he follows each request, looking at the camera as he teases you for asking such a thing of him.

- there's odd cum tributes that he'll upload, but you never understand exactly who they're for.

Keith

- Keith will never show his face on his account, terribly ashamed of what he's doing to begin with. He'll opt to wear a facemask with anything he does on the account, keeping his bangs messy often.

- his content varies at times, to the point of confusing his fans. Most of the time, there will be sparse uploads: videos where he is palming himself through his pants, getting off on the act of filming himself while apologizing. Its clear that this is a shy man, and those who view his content are confused as to why he's uploading. But most love the way his eyes water, how sometimes he'll pull his girthy cock out for them to see, coaxing himself through a rough orgasm.

- other times, those apologies are nowhere to be heard as Keith- still donned in a mask- shows his body with confidence. He'll look directly at the camera as he teases his thick cock, murmuring about how he wants to make them gag on his length, how he needs someones tight warmth milking him dry. In some videos, he'll treat a fleshlight as if its one of his subscribers- fingering it slowly and stretching it out, talking low and dirty to the camera about how much it's going to take for them to fit all of him inside, how he's going to have to train them to take his cock with ease.

Chev's, ironically, is inspired by someone I knew. They had an OF dedicated for doing the same thing, but no jacking off element. Meanwhile Silvio's funny blurb is due to @xbalayage getting temp marked as explicit due to trying to make her icon Silvio's tits, and thus caused this post to be born. The rest came about just through idle thinking. I'm aware that all of this is ooc, I'm not taking this as a serious piece and neither should you.

These were silly but fun, I hope yall enjoyed, even if it was just a chuckle!

Taglist (please let me know if you'd like to be added/removed!):

@yarnnerdally @katriniac @kissmetwicekissmedeadly @bakaneko-chan @skoetiepoetie @bestbryn @nightghoul381 @xbalayage

Ikepri Masterlist (more serious stuff on that) | Ikevamp Masterlist | Ikevamp/Ikepri Server

#ikepri chevalier #ikepri clavis #ikepri gilbert #ikepri jin #ikepri silvio #ikepri keith #ikemen prince keith #ikemen prince silvio #ikemen prince chevalier #ikemen prince jin #ikemen prince gilbert #ikemen prince clavis #im not too happy with keiths and silvios but there was an attempt

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starryschoolgirl · 5 months

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I'm in love with your au Baby Love!! I assume since it's an au it won't be an issue if I ask if kids are ever on the docket for Elvis and Cosette? And if they do have kids, how many would they have? Or how many have you got planned at the moment? Again, love it all so much and I'm very excited for the next installment!!

Oh what a lovely question! I will take this ask as an opportunity to make the introductions for the Baby Love au children!

Baby Love Family Tree

Cosette & Elvis' 5 children, & how they came to be

First a small clarification! The children, their attitudes, their behavior, and their views on life are heavily influenced by the old-money Chevalier side of the family. This is because for the majority of their childhood Elvis was quite busy with work, so Cosette was almost entirely raising them on her own views which are heavily influenced by her family's views.

Vacations and getaways from 1969 to 1980 were often with the Chevalier side and Elvis' side was too busy caught up in show business. So if you read their profiles and wonder why their attitudes/aesthetics stray from their father's so much, it's due to that lack of connection in childhood despite all the love that Elvis could and would give.

//mention of SIDS (sudden infant death syndrome)

Now, onto the little darlings!

Out of all the Presley children, Manon is most like her father personality-wise, which has led to a bit of clashing with her father. She is the first born, right before the spring of 1969. She's named after her mysterious aunt, her mother's sister who is rarely ever spoken about. She's also been dubbed her paternal grandmother's middle name.

Manon was only 12 or 13 when the Yuppie culture of the early 80s began to skyrocket, being the modern girl she is, she of course wanted to take part in that culture. To be a yuppie was to be educated with a solid job, to achieve that she remained on top of her studies, and when it finally came time she graduated overall salutatorian of her class, just one rank below her boyfriend whom she would unfortunately have to end things with.

After graduation, she followed in the footsteps of her uncles and went to Yale, staying with some Chevalier cousins in Connecticut where most of her maternal family is. During her time at Yale she would attend numerous parties as she's a girl with connections, and through those parties she would meet her future husband, Sergey Petroff, 4 years older than her and a new stockbroker. The two of course hit it off as she herself is studying finance.

She's definitely a mommy's girl, but that's just because her and her father are so alike that there are times that the two can't stand each other, but that's not to say she doesn't absolutely adore her father.

The twins. The spoiled rotten princesses of the Presley family. Born just 32 minutes apart on a cold winter day at the very start of 1970.

The two, out of all the children, had shown the most interest in their daddy's career. While Celine was more interested in the business side of it, as a little girl even listening in on her daddy's meetings, Delphine was more interested in the flashy bits.

And she always got her way. All Delphine had to do was point her little finger at something and moments later it would be paid for and in her hands.

With both their interests in show business, or rather just the high life in general having been obvious since birth, they were allowed to start their own adventure, in modeling at the age of 17. After begging since the age of 13, Cosette and Elvis finally gave in, and only allowed them to start modelling with longtime trusted family friend, Jerry Schilling as their manager.

Delphine absolutely loves the life of modeling and loves doing it with her sister. But Celine has always felt a slight emptiness from it all, she'd much rather be one of the people behind the scenes, making up the contracts and making the money.

Julie Jesse Presley, the first born son. He was born in early 1971 after a long and hard pregnancy.

His daddy had teased his mommy for giving him such an effeminate name, but she loved it, and said it suited him, he had this angelic beauty about him. He was also of course named after a dear angel in the family, Elvis' stillborn brother, so there were no qualms about it.

Unfortunately he passed away from SIDS only 23 days after his birth.

He is missed terribly and always remembered. There was a point in time however that little confused Manon hated him, as his death was a turning point for the family, and shed light on underlying issues in Cosette and Elvis' marriage, which would eventually give way for divorce.

The youngest Presley child, Memphis Michael Presley. Born in '74, amidst the divorce of his parents no less. But his birth is sort of the saving grace of the Presley-Chevalier union.

After learning of her pregnancy, and of course needing to tell the court, the court would not approve the famed divorce dispute to be finalized until after the birth of the son.

Had the divorce not been drawn out those extra months, the Presley-Chevalier union would've ended in those rainy, windy months

Despite the fact that he was supposed to be the glue to the family, he grew to have a rather stressed relationship with his father.

Memphis followed in the footsteps of his older sister and maternal side of the family by attending Yale on a football scholarship. The sport is one of the few things that could bring Elvis and Memphis together.

The tension in the relationship stemmed from Elvis' fame. Hearing stories about how his father had treated his mother for a point in time of course filled Memphis with a little bit of frustration when he went from being a little boy who looked up to his daddy, to being a man who felt the need to look after his mama.

Memphis often felt that if his father wasn't famous the two of them would be closer. Fame took his father's time away from him growing up, and now his father's fame overshadowed him as no one took his interest in being involved in politics seriously. All because people were too busy staring at the shadow of his father that staggered over him.

It's also to be noted that out of all the children, he took after the ideals and attitudes of the Chevalier side the most, which at times clashed with his father's own ideals and attitudes.

And that my dear friends, are the Presley-Chevalier children. What do you think? I personally am enamored with all of them, lovely little ones.

I'm very happy to get this out, so now people will have context when I post later installments of the Baby Love au!! I had so much fun making all their little profiles and backstories, I'm so excited to explore them more!

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violettduchess · 1 year

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hi there talented writer. I would love to request headcanons (3 or 4?) for the princes and them doing something with a small child (their son or daughter)

I'd love for it to be Leon, Luke, Gilbert, Silvio or Chevalier but I will leave the choices up to you!

Thank you!!!

A/N: Alright anon....here you go!! Sorry this took so long! I did them all 😉

Word Count: 1878

Leon

She has his hair. Wild locks the color of dark walnut that spill down her small back in a wavy cascade. You braid it every morning but by the end of the day, it has escaped its braided prison and curls with abandon. And so it is up to you or Leon to tame the wild beast with the best weaponry you have: a silver hairbrush and a dollop of oil.

It's his turn tonight. You walk into your bedroom, the night's book selection in hand, to find them on the bed. She sits cross-legged in front of him, telling a very detailed story about an adventurous ladybug she found crawling on the window of her room. Leon is carefully brushing her hair, fingers gentle as he works the brush through her dark tresses.

You pause, watching them. Her small hands gesture to punctuate her story, a perfect imitation of her father. He listens, nodding intently even though she can't see him. Her story is taken seriously and you love him so much for it.

He sets down the hair brush, running his hand over the soft fall of her hair. Knowing they are done, she spins around with the type of energy only young children can have, throwing her short arms around his neck. He embraces her, hugging her tightly before pressing a kiss on her dimpled cheek. She giggles and so he does it again, growling like a lion.

Her laughter fills the bedroom, bright and clear as wind chimes. "Papa!" Her voice is bubbly with glee. He kisses her and tickles her and she howls with joy. He tosses her onto the bed, still growling playfully, continuing his loving onslaught.

As she wiggles and giggles at her lion Papa, you sigh through your smile. Her hair is getting tangled and he'll have to brush it again.

Somehow you know neither of them will mind.

Luke

Your son, with his shock of bright red hair and wide green eyes, is the spitting image of his father. He has inherited Luke’s gentle nature, his easy-going smile and not surprisingly, his love for honey. You set the freshly baked bread down onto the kitchen table, watching the way two sets of moss green eyes light up with anticipation.

Setting a generous slice of thick, dark bread down on his plate, you push the honey jar toward your little guy. Enthusiasm fills him as he reaches for the prized jar and the little metal spoon nestled in it, when Luke’s large hand covers his gently.

“Let’s do this together, ok? Just like last time.” His son nods and with Luke’s help, carefully scoops out a spoonful of honey and then plops it onto his bread. His gaze darts to you and you nod approvingly, rewarded with a cherubic smile. Luke hands him the smaller, child-sized butter knife. “Like we practiced," he reminds his son gently.

The little boy nods, taking the knife and then very, very carefully begins spreading the honey across his bread. Luke watches, reaching out to help him with the rounded corners, words of encouragement and praise murmured whenever he lets go. The knife at times digs into the bread. Sometimes the honey is spread right off of it. But the bright light of pride shines in your son's eyes as he looks up, challenge conquered. “I did it!”

Luke smiles, pride mirrored in his expression as he nods, reaching out to ruffle the boy’s head with a large hand. “You certainly did. Now let’s eat!”

Gilbert

“Papa! Ich brauche Hilfe!” (Papa, I need help!) She races across the thick carpeting of your bedroom, dark hair flying behind her like a wayward banner. Gilbert has just finished pulling on his black leather boots, readying himself for a family excursion while you rifle through your drawers looking for a scarf.

“Slow down, Mäuschen,” he says gently, an undercurrent of laughter discernible to you in his words. He kneels with a grin as she skids to a stop in front of him, catching her breath long enough to point at her coat. It’s made of rich black wool with large, round, gold buttons, a perfect size for her little hands. “I need help. It’s not working!” She is a perfect, flustered combination of eager to get outside and frustrated that she needs to ask him for help.

“First of all,” he says, reaching for her hands. “It’s much easier to close the buttons if you are not wearing these.” He carefully pulls on the tips of her small black leather gloves, removing them from both hands and laying them on the edge of the bed. “Now, try again.” At first she looks at the gloves in dismay and you know from experience how proud she is of them and how long it probably took her to get them on. But she blinks her bright ruby-colored eyes and turns her attention back to the coat. Reaching up, she takes hold of one shiny button and holds the flap of the coat with the other hand. Several attempts later, the button isn’t through and she looks up, brow furrowed in annoyance. “It’s still not working.”

Gilbert reaches out, straightening her coat. “Try again. I’ll hold it still for you.” He keeps hold of the bottom of her coat, pulling so the material is now stiffer, less bendable. Again she takes the button between her small fingers….and this time slides it right through the buttonhole. She doesn’t celebrate yet. The job isn’t done. Determination shadows her young face as she does the same for the entire row of gold buttons. It’s only when the last one slides into place that she looks up with a smile ablaze with pride. “Geschafft!” (Done!)

He leans forward, pressing a kiss to the cool skin of her round cheek. “Toll gemacht, Mäuschen.” (Well done, little mouse) He stands, a loving hand lingering on her shoulder as she happily grabs her gloves and begins the process of pulling them on. His gaze finds yours, his smile warm with happiness. This could take a while.

Silvio

Your son is sitting outside on the terrace, the cobalt blue-tiled floor warm from the sun's rays. In front of him are several pots of paint which he is enthusiastically dipping his chubby fingers into before smearing them across the pages of white paper. You're sitting on the wicker chair nearby, one eye on him and one on the book you are reading.

This is the peaceful scene Silvio comes upon after returning from a meeting in the city. The familiar jangling noise of his clothing and jewelry alerts you both to his presence. Your son leaps up in a hurry, excitement thrumming through his body.

"Papa!" Silvio catches his colorful little hands by the wrists, a wry smile on his face. “Ah topolino, what happened to these?” He makes the little boy's hands wiggle back and forth to an eruption of giggles. “I’m painting, Papa. Come, paint with me!” Silvio releases his son who scurries back to his art. The child glances over his shoulder, eyes as bright as the sea in summer. “Papa?”

Silvio slides off the light, white coat he is wearing and then comes to where you are reading. He pretends to seriously inspect his son’s paintings as he slowly removes the golden rings from his fingers, one by one. You reach up, taking them from him and he flashes you a grin. “Keep a good eye on my treasure, tesoro.”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes at the bad word play but you cannot resist the smile that curves your lips as Silvio lowers his long body onto the tiles, leaning close to the boy with hair pale as dolomite and eyes blue as summer skies. “Now maestro, tell me, where do we need to paint?”

Chevalier

Together they stand in front of the white bookshelf in her room, the one with pink painted roses climbing up the sides. He holds her small hand in his as they consider the many, many books she has managed to collect thus far in her rather short lifetime. His pale head nods towards a dark blue book with gold lettering. “We’ve only read this particular story twice.” She turns, her long pale braids swinging as she shakes her head. Her small fingers wiggle, adjusting her grip on him. “That story is about pirates and we read the story about mermaids yesterday. I would rather not have another nautical adventure.”

His inflection is echoed in her young voice, his influence in her vocabulary. He nods, eyes scanning the shelves for another, more suitable choice. “Perhaps the desert instead of the sea.” He taps a finger against a beige book with the title in darkest brown along the spine. Her head tilts to one side, brow furrowed in consideration. “Whenever we read this story and it talks about how hot the desert is, it makes me thirsty and I’ve already had-” She glances over her shoulder at where you are laying out her clothes for the next day. “How many glasses of water did I have at dinner, Mama?”

“Three,” you answer as you lay a pale blue sweater over the sunflower yellow dress you’ve chosen. She turns back to her father. “I’ve already had three.” He tears his gaze away from the bookshelf, regarding her with a shadow of a smile on his lips. “That is very pragmatic of you.” She nods solemnly, squeezing his hand before examining her books once again. Her eyes light upon a book bound in deep green leather, embossed with a tall tower made of gold. “This one!” She slips her hand from him to take the book off the shelf. Though excited, she is careful. Books are treasures and her collection is more pristine than some libraries. Chevalier looks down at her choice and you see how his expression softens. “You’ve made this selection twelve times in three weeks.”

“I like how you say all the new words!” The book is a story of a princess who travels the world and learns how to say hello in a multitude of languages, all of which Chevalier can speak. She takes his hand in hers again, the book cradled against her chest as she leads him to the large, velvet armchair, the one whose pink perfectly matches the dusty roses adorning her bookshelf. He settles into the chair and she climbs onto his lap, scooting back until she is comfortable. Reaching around her, his arms encircling her, he holds the book upright. “Shall we begin?” She nestles against his chest, azure eyes already eagerly on the book. “Yes, Papa!”

A split second is all it is. Just a breath of time before he opens the book, but in that space the length of a heartbeat, you see how Chevalier allows the moment in: his daughter curled up on his lap, safe in the soft, warm light of her room, eyes bright with excitement as she waits for the magic of a book to begin, for her father to create that magic for her. His expression is the tenderness the dawn has for the sky, love painted in soft hues across his noble features. And then he clears his throat, opening the book to her delighted, already sleepy smile, and begins.

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bihanspookies · 1 month

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Which tekken ex!boyfriends would fuck you better than your new bf ever could?

I’m not sure if this is what you had in mind anon but!

Mentions of religious stuff in Claudio’s lmao

Anyway

HWOARANG HWOARANG HWOARANG

HWOARANG‼️‼️‼️

That man is cocky, arrogant, hot headed and it’s mainly one of the reasons you break up

But googly moogly it works so well in the bedroom bc he knows what he’s doing!!!

Sex with him was always an adventure bc no matter where you were, how short the session was, or how much pent up frustration he had he would ALWAYS make sure you came first. Your pleasure is his pleasure and seeing you cum would always more than likely careen him into his own orgasm.

Your new bf doesn’t give you the same thrill and you unfortunately find yourself comparing the way he fucks you to how Hwoarang would. He doesn’t tease you like Hwoarang would, doesn’t have that air of arrogance in his voice that you found yourself missing whenever you were having sex with your boyfriend and he certainly doesn’t have a motorcycle that he could fuck you on.

Victor Chevalier:

I SAID WHAT I SAID AND YOU WILL HEAR ME OUT.

First of all this hc post I did says enough

Second of all!!

Honestly why would you break up with him but you did in this scenario so.

Victor is an older man, like at least somewhere in his late 50’s early 60’s. Combine that with his looks, charm, wealth, and overall lifestyle it basically a recipe for the perfect man who fucks just right.

Older man are more experienced blah blah blah BUT VICTOR? It is very much true for him. He treated you with the upmost respect in and out of the bedroom!!!

Sure your new younger bf is nice and sweet but he doesn’t have the same charm as Victor! Doesn’t fuck the same way! There was something about fucking in the most expensive places ever while wearing the most fabulous silky robes that truly changed the way you viewed sex. Of course none of that is important but bc it was such an integrated part of Victor you grew used to it, used the fancy and lavish type of sex.

Claudio Serafino:

HOT TAKE

But I think he would be on this list.

You break up bc he’d be too dedicated in trying to eradicate all the evil in the world BUT! The moments he does spend fucking you?? God sent.

I think he’d be like Hwoarang in the teasing sense but not as cocky or arrogant about it. He’s so smooth and subtle about it that you don’t even realize he’s teasing, it’s sort of like a game of anticipation.

He can be very cocky and sarcastic when he wants to be though! The times he’s like that you better hold on tight because his teasing can be borderline a bit mean but you like it.

Also I’m not saying he would bring religion into the bedroom but he just might!

That sort of thrill of doing something taboo with someone who is actually an Exorcist?? Your new bf COULD NEV-ER👏.

He helps you discover kinks about yourself and is more than happy to dive further into them.

NEW BF COULD NEVERRRRRRRR!!

BONUS

Anna Williams:

Dommy mommy

That’s it that’s the tweet.

You think anybody after Anna would compare to her?? Hell no!!!! This woman FUCKS!!!! Toys, kinks, pushing limits, etc etc etc. She took you to new heights that you’ve never experienced and presented so many new things into sex for you that truly no one else is going ever top that.

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igglemouse · 9 days

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🌘quiz + picrew : your inner adventurer.

Thank you @minty-plumbob - @eljeebee - @crabbeychick for this tag! I've been meaning to do this one and I had a lot of fun making this! Makes me want to jump on World of Warcraft!

I'll tag... @anamoon63 - @crownsofesha - @merrymomo - @wannabecatwriter - @sirianasims - @bakersimmer - @mysimsloveaffair - @daniigh0ul - @pink-chevalier - @helenofsimblr - @sparkiekong

As always feel free to ignore or whatever!

#reply #replies #tag stuff #tag thing #tagged

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lorei-writes · 8 days

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I, Your Rag Doll

Chevalier x OC (OC Chart: Esther) Action ~2.4k

A second part of the two-shot. Although they can be read in any order, I'd suggest to first go through My Dear Rag Doll, for the best experience >:)

Content Warnings: blood, violence

Chilly gusts strolled through the palace gardens, charmed by the falling night. Exhausted after hours of mischief in the fields and playing tag in towns, they nuzzled into the softness of the newly emerged leaves, ruffled the rose bushes to then rest among their roots. Just as worn down, Esther exhaled slowly, gravel crunching under the soles of her shoes as she approached the gazebo. The bench sighed quietly under her weight.

The kettle whistled, zealous and dressed to impress, red enamel shining as if polished. A tartan kitchen cloth shielding her hand, Esther grabbed the metal handle and poured the water into a teapot, fragrant leaves unfurling to further welcome the scalding heat. She let them rest under the cover and turned her attention towards the granite counter, a selection of pastries awaiting being sampled.

“You’re bringing them a snack again, Esther?”

Startled, she barely prevented herself from giving a start. “Y-yes, Miss Bernard. And I see you’re early for work again today?”

“Force of habit,” the old cook sighed, short stubby legs gliding over the floor with a light sort of elegance. She approached the rack and, without any ado, stood up on her very tiptoes to take on her apron, hands immediately brushing her silver hair back and constricting it within a low knot. “Talking about habits…” A smirk played over her lips, followed shortly by a wink, crow feet joyously pecking at the corners of her eyes. “It seems you’ve been rather persistent these days.”

“I do not understand, I’m afraid,” Esther claimed, even if just to complete their daily routine. Miss Bernard gave her shoulder a nudge, to then point to a set of vaguely cylindrical cakes, golden caramel shells shimmering, whispering, luring them in with sweet promises…

“Cannelés,” she explained. “Take some, they turned out well. Even he should like them.”

“And those?” Esther looked towards a basket filled to the very brim with flaky cookies, each twisted into something akin to a heart or two snail shells.

“Palmiers. Take some too, take some too. Although…”

“Although?”

“Well, if you’d be as kind as to listen to this old lady, I think it’d be best if you made something yourself… Whatever it is that you make.”

“I’m not sure it went all too well that one time…”

“You always say the same thing.”

The tea cart rattled all too loudly as Esther pushed it down the hallway, silver spoons plinking against porcelain cups, wicker baskets filled to the very brim with pastries shaking at the thought of overcoming yet another carpet bump. It was quite a journey for the kitchen natives, forests and oceans preserved within canvases speeding past them, interlaced with feasts attended by their honourable crockery great-great-great-grandmothers and -fathers alike. The most musical of winged beasts soared through the skies outside; treacherous adventure, or so they would claim. The chatelaine-guide clattered as they reached the door to safety, only a single knob separating them from the ramp connecting various floors… And the knob refused to budge.

Whether Esther pulled, pushed, turned or twisted was irrelevant. The door remained stubbornly locked, metal struggling against wooden frame, clawing into it just to resist her attempts. One of the headmaids would have the key, the reason suggested, yet it was also disillusioned about them being willing to spare any time on such “idle activities”; another possibility was to carry the cart up the proper staircase… Or to open the door through different means. Esther glanced around the corridor, her hand brushing against the chatelaine at her belt, fingers tracing the outline of the silver clasp to then slide down the chains and cautiously curl around the picklock hooked onto one.

“Esther…?”

Yet again, Esther narrowly avoided giving a start. Her gaze swept around the corridor once more, a nest of unkept maroon hair peeking from the staircase doorway.

“Mister Roux? Is there anything I can do for you?”

The man wiped his hands clean over his mud-stained overalls, his eyebrows arching like cat’s back. He shed some leaves and tilted his head to the side, his surprise only beginning to blossom. His eyes widened at last as they set on the cart. “Are you sure that’s the question you should be asking? C’mere… Err… I will come there. You need to have that thing carried upstairs?”

“I… Well, yes, but I’m fine.”

Something fell onto the cart as Mister Roux steered it further down the hallway, the wheels gliding over the carpet easily when guided by more forceful hands. “Don’t be silly. You’re so skinny I could snap you in half like a twig. I’ll carry it for you.”

He did as he said, leaving behind more than just dust and a few splotches of dirt. Hidden between the plates, cups, saucers and the baskets, a notepad remained unnoticed up until the very door of the foreign affair faction office. Inconspicuous, at first glance it appeared to be the sole clean item the gardener possessed, black ink contrasting with the striking white of the first page. “The property of Ambroise Roux”, it said, yet as prised as it was, it was also forgotten. To search for its owner then would be wasted effort – Esther simply tucked the notepad in her pocket and resolved to give it back at a later date.

***

The registry closed with a heavy thud, tables filled with numbers to the very brim disappearing when snugly embraced by the leather-clad covers. Esther leaned back against her chair, the last of fading dusk caressing the windows of her room, just short of begging for shelter. Steamed after cooking for hours in nothing but imports, exports, taxes and laws to somehow make some sense of it all, her mind was barely there, to the point where she could lose her head and take no note of it at all. Nevertheless, if Chevalier told her to do it, it meant she was either capable enough to succeed or her destiny was to fail. Esther closed her eyes. Muffled chirping stirred her tired thoughts.

When she didn’t look, Esther could pretend that it was not the palace grounds, but her home. With the smell of roses still being contained within the perimeter of their buds, the rustling of the greenery sounded deceptively similar to the groves she had known all her life. Lilac wouldn’t be in bloom yet either, she would think and trick herself into waiting for what would never come… Provided that she her eyes remained closed. But they did not.

“Esther?” Mister Roux asked, a lantern held in his hand. “What in the… What are you doing here at this hour?”

Esther straightened her back and, slightly embarrassed, grasped at her skirt. “Oh… I just needed some fresh air, I’ve got a bit of a headache. And you, mister? Long shift?”

“Yeah.” His broad shoulders heaved to then slump, mud too appearing rather dejected as he sat beside her. “What a day, though.”

“Has something happened?”

“Lots of work and then I lost something important. I dug through the whole damn gardens, but of course, it’s nowhere.”

Esther’s eyes lit up. Without even thinking, she patted down her pockets, the hard corners of the notepad pricking her things through the fabric. She reached for it as if it burned, handing it over just the moment it touched the garden air. “What luck!” she chirped, clearly relieved. “You left it on my cart. I realised only when I was already at the office, but I thought to bring it to you as soon as I’d see you… But the task from Prince Chevalier has kept me — Mister Roux?”

The man stared blankly at the notepad in his hands. He grew redder and then paler, almost blue, wavering between green and purple to eventually settle on white. He smoothed the cover with his thumbs. “You went with it to see..?”

Esther got up to face him properly. The lantern flickered.

“Mister Roux?”

“… that beast?” His voice fell into the quiet of the night. The boards creaked as Esther took a step back, eyes fiery with a fever she could not comprehend boring into her.

“I have to go.”

“You ain’t going anywhere.”

Esther ran, out of the gazebo and into the night. The gravel shrieked as it skipped out of her way, kicked away from its place with each hurried strike delivered by her feet. Shadows shivered as she passed through them, another figure following shortly after her. Flames trembled within their prison of glass, winds raising their heads at the quiet commotion. Nothing and nobody offered her aid.

The path winded and it turned, yet it never seemed to shorten itself, regardless of the number of corners Esther would cut. She threw a glance over her shoulder. The distance separating her from Roux had shrunk, shrinking further with each elapsed pace. Dewy gravel groaned again. She beseeched her legs to run faster, to carry her out of the reach of his hands —

The heel of her shoe slid off the edge of a misplaced rock. Esther flailed her arms, but remained off-balance, her palms crashing into the ground. Her heart rose to her throat. A mistake was one mistake too many, she was gravely aware, thick fingers armed in broken, dirt-padded, nails clawing into her shoulder to force her to look his way. Esther reached into her capelet at the last moment, a miniscule glass bottle falling into her hand just as Roux threw her back and pointed a something at her.

The liquid vaporised at once, thundering and scorching.

“You fucking —!”

The something fell. It was something metal and something hard, something that then reeked of sulphur and of fire, and that had just been not merely pointed, but aimed at her. The explosion she expected. It was the bang that deafened her. Esther still pushed herself to run. She could not forfeit her chance.

The rose bushes swayed from side to side, lulled in the arms of the gently fragrant winds.

Esther left the path behind. She dashed through the thorny greenery. Forward. Just forward. Towards the guardhouse that still shone and kept her hope aglow.

Nightingales, sparrows, blackbirds, titmice, and other birds fluttered their wings, clouds of cawing crows churning in the skies above.

Something sped by her. She was too afraid to look back.

The garden trembled.

Her shoulder burned.

Esther reached for another bottle, the second out of the three. She fumbled with the cork, yet since it was meant to break… She threw it without looking. It missed. Obviously, it missed. But wasn’t the noise enough? Why was there nobody there, why were the guards not alar—?

Her good arm lit up in pain.

The last vial shattered as if by itself. She didn’t even know when.

Roux did not waste his chance. He gained on her, the distance disappearing as if it had never been there to begin with. Cold fear took over Esther’s mind and gave her calculated strength, soothed any of her discomfort while herding breath into her lungs… Even if it hardly mattered. Her back hit the ground, large hands pinning her down by the neck. Esther clawed into the gardener’s forearms, her knees slamming into his back with each desperate kick of hers. Warm blood clung to her fingertips, moist and sticky rather than slick.

She could not scream.

That was not the death she had made her peace with.

Esther prayed to be saved, or at least, redeemed.

***

The cough became Esther, and she was the cough. Through it, in it, and in the icy blue of familiar eyes, she believed herself to be safe – or at least her body believed for her. She faded again.

***

Her mind came back what felt like a hundred of times, pivoting just below the surface of the lukewarm darkness yet refusing to break it for more than a flash. What was a dream and what was a nightmare, what was real and what she made up – Esther couldn’t tell. Thousand of ants must have entered her throat and bit her quite painfully, another hundred or so of them washing over her limbs in waves, a handful tepid flames licking at her shoulders and arms. Would she burn down? Oddly enough, she did not hate the thought, not completely… Not in the slightest… Not…

Esther coughed, and in her state between states, she slid into the grey unreality preceding the dawn. Mortar underneath her eyelids turning to sand, she stared ahead, just barely able to see contours and shapes, questioning whether they too would cease being the second she forgot about breathing. Esther blinked, hard and then harder, the blurriness overtaking her vision casting her into a place at the frontier of places. Neither cold nor hot and not even warm, neither sharp, rough, soft nor tender, where up and down seemed to be one and the same… Her head spun, the world heaving, a vortex of convoluted sensation threatening to pull her under the surface again.

“Too… loud…”

Something turned her around, this time clearly rough, clearly decisive, and yet also obviously warm. It stroked her arm, patted her back, pulled her into a rose garden of soft fabric and silken hair, enveloped her in its contradictory nature until she could make out arms and legs, an entire set of a body that lay beside her. Esther gasped, clumsy fingers combing through her damp – was it damp? Wet? Was it truly hers? – hair, unravelling any knots in their path with a fraction too much force… She sobbed, reminded how to feel.

Chevalier held her together, hot tears staining the collar of his nightshirt as her face found shelter in the crook of his shoulder. Pushed away by his impatient sighs, kept in place by the soothing circles drawn by his hands, she clung to him as if he was the sole piece of floating debris carried by the waves. The steady drumming of his heart eased the ache in her neck, the blockage in her throat giving way to wails. Confused bitterness just spilled from her, bottomless and somehow, also finite. In that moment, for but a single precious breath, Rhodolitian roses replaced her lilac. Esther became fine. She would remain fine. She only prayed, for that would require a miracle, that come morning Chevalier would not remember her pathetic state. She did not dare check whether he was even awake, whether he was even real, the warmth of his embrace returning her to the safety locked between worlds.

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novankenn · 9 months

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"Layer" Interspecies Relationship Counselling Service (Pt 1)

Inspired by Blake X Yang - Dragon Layer & Blake X Yang - Dragon Layer "More Love" By @goldenamaranthe-blog

("Layer" Master List)

Bard!Blake: (Watching Chevalier!Jaune pace) If you don't open up, I don't know what I can do for you?

Chevalier!Jaune: I... I... just... how?

Bard!Blake: Jaune you came to us, which means you need assistance, so everything is in confidence here... so tell me.. What brings you here?

/====/

Hydra!Yang: Please stop slithering back and forth, Pyrrha. You're going to wear a grove in my floor.

Lamia!Pyrrha: I'm just so nervous. I've never felt this way before!

Hydra!Yang: Go on.

Lamia!Pyrrha: Well you know I'm used to adventures and such breaking into my lair, looking to make a name for themselves... but he was so different!

Hydra!Yang: How so?

Lamia!Pyrrha: He apologized for interrupting my bath, and then turned his back, saying he'd come back when I was decent!

/====/

Bard!Blake: And what happened after that?

Chevalier!Jaune: I left, but before I did, I fixed the door to her hut? Hovel? Lair? I'm not sure of the term.

Bard!Blake: Probably Lair. Why and what happened after that?

Chevalier!Jaune: I was rather rude of me to smash in her door, so it was only polite to fix it. So, while I was fixing her door, she shouted out to me asking how next Tuesday sounded.

/====/

Lamia!Pyrrha: I asked him to come back next Tuesday...

Hydra!Yang: I see. Why?

Lamia!Pyrrha: I don't know? But he accepted! What do I do now? He was so cute and bashful... so virtuous! I mean, other would-be knights would have just attacked me... yet... he didn't Plus his ass... EEP!

Hydra!Yang: (All her heads smiling) Go on...

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norel-ravenclaw · 1 year

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21st Century Time Travel Headcanons

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: All

Genre: Shenanigans and Chaos

Rating: sfw

Word count: 555

Description: These are my thoughts and opinions on what they might do, what are your thoughts?

WARNINGS: | none? | mxw |

Clavis - He walks around writing down all the amazing tech and medicine to research and take back to recreate in Rhodolite. Bicycles? Bicycles. (Also up all night watching prank videos)

Chevalier - SOMEONE TAKE THIS MAN TO A BARNES & NOBLE. The Kindle app is a must.

Nokto, Licht, Gilbert, Clavis, Yves, (and one time) Sariel - Mistaken as cosplayers. Varying responses ensue.

Keith, Sariel, Licht, Yves, Rio, Luke, Chev - Love quiet hours traveling by train in the countryside. Reading, watching you sleep on their shoulder…

Clavis, Gilbert, Jin, Leon, Silvio, Nokto - Enjoy the chaos, energy, and challenge of traveling densely packed cities. It feels like an adventure.

The Bros - modern sports? sports cars? motorcycles? music and dancing? Enthralled.

Licht & Yves - Go to a concert hall and are astounded by the grandeur and new feeling of modern orchestral music (and both cry throughout.)

Gilbert & Chev - Would figure out technology (including Google Scholar) in an hour and spend the rest of the time researching 10000 topics.

Luke - Joins a save the bees rally. He buys everyone t-shirts that he forces them to wear.

Rio and Silvio - Spend half the time watching telenovelas

Yves - Modern recipes and cake/pastry designs would probably be fascinating to him. He cries when you sign him up for a cooking class with a professional baker.

Leon, Jin, Nokto, Clavis, Gilbert, Luke - love rollercoasters

Nice!Keith, Rio, Yves, Licht - hate them

Chev, Sariel, Alter!Keith, Silvio - might be persuaded to go if you wanted to, entirely to watch your reactions (Although Silvio is secretly terrified)

Jin, Silvio, & Sariel - Go to every winery they find. They single-handedly save one small vineyard from going under with a huge purchase and some excellent business advice.

Clavis - From the moment I was introduced to this gremlin, I have been cursed to judge every single meme I come across: Would Clavis like this? Imagine this loser’s glee spamming incomprehensible nonsense to everyone (and airdropping them to strangers to watch their reactions).

Licht, Sariel, & Keith - Have never been so at peace after discovering relaxing instrumental playlists on Spotify.

Jin & Nokto - Discover they love modern music and let you take them to a rave. Life changing.

Chevalier & Sariel - Are far too happy to use the silent mode on their phones. Everyone curses them when there’s emergencies (Clavis purposely got on the wrong train again).

Jin wanders into a martial-arts class. Walks out three hours later beloved by the kids and the teachers.

Rio & Luke - Goes to animal shelters and names all of them. Tries to smuggle out a puppy. Does not succeed. There may be tears.

Silvio - Loves NYC. In a different life he would have been born there.

Clavis - Comes across a street caricature artist and spends a gleeful two hours having them draw everyone from pictures off his phone.

Nokto, Jin, Leon, Silvio - Inflict their ignorant selves on helpless clubs every chance they get. Imagine them trying to learn how to dance???

Gilbert, Silvio, Sariel, Nice!Keith - Love museums. Gilbert asks the employees disturbing and inappropriate questions. Clavis is obsessed with the science museum. Begs to go back several times.

Who would be the best dressed? My guesses? Silvio, Yves, Chev, and Sariel would turn heads for sure.

IMPORTANT ADDITION: Who would love 80’s music the most?

Virtually all of them - Enjoy your efforts and excitement in explaining everything to them as much or even more than they are fascinated by it all themselves.

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