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randonauticrap · 7 months

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A Gentle Love

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x Reader

Word Count ~ 786

Author's Note ~ My first Chevalier fic of the autumn season!!! I'm so excited about this fic, because soft Chev is my entire weakness. It's also my first fic for my Cozytober event, and I really really hope you enjoy it! No warnings, just tons of soft, autumn, white tiger fluff!

Prompt: No. 4 "The Dead Waltz"

Lyrics: "...wrapped your long hair up in vines, and leaves, and branches..."

You maneuvered again, curling even deeper into the settee as you snuggled under the cloak. It was thick and warm and a soft velvet that could make even the most stubborn cat purr. You breathed in the fresh scent of vetiver and shampoo that lingered around the fur at the top, keeping you close to your lover even as he completed his duties for the day elsewhere.

It was a chilly day, the breeze nipping your face as it swept through the beautiful garden of slowly wilting roses. The fall of the year was swiftly on its way, and you smiled up at the colors raining down on you from above. The book you had brought out with you was long since finished, and now you merely waited for the owner of your blanket to join you. But as you gazed down at the leaves the trees had gifted you, you decided you wouldn't let them go to waste, and propped yourself into a sitting position on the settee. You gathered the leaves into a pile in your lap, then leaned down to the vines in the grass and tugged at them, smiling as you began your creations.

Chevalier never walked with anything less than purpose, but swifter lately had his exits from the office become; hastier, more hurried. Once his work was complete, it was as if he could not bear another moment without the comfort of his lover at his side. So wherever he was, wherever you were, he rushed to you. This afternoon he found himself traveling to the gardens, remembering the sweater you were wearing when you had stopped in earlier, and the twinkle in your eye as you swept out of his office, the most recent book he'd gifted you under your arm.

A smile tugged its way to his stiff lips, the muscles there still not totally used to showing affection. But you were the exception; his only exception. His feet stopped when he reached the plush settee that rested near the garden's entrance, and his smile settled further into his lips as he beheld you, sleeping softly underneath his cloak, your long hair wrapped up in vines, and leaves, and branches; the myriad of colors was twirled into your braided hair effortlessly, as though a creature from fantasy had done it by hand as you slept.

Chevalier had never been religious, but perhaps God was working to make him a believer, he thought, for the woman before him could be no less than an angel sent from the realms of heaven. You tamed his beastly side, you awoke in him emotions he believed he could never have, and you ignited such a fierce love in him that at times he wondered if he would burn to death from within.

He approached with silent footfall, not wanting to wake you just yet, and chuckled quietly at the crown of leaves and vines you had created for him, and left atop your dozing form. He reached for it, and in an act so unnecessary that he chided himself for being foolish, fitted it atop his blond locks and gingerly sat down beside you, laying his hand on your shoulder. You stirred ever so slightly and struggled to open your eyes. Once the light no longer pained you, you gazed up at the beautiful sight before you. While you slept, your lover had arrived and indulged in your creation. A smile tugged on your lips and you yawned, your body pulling its way to full awareness.

"Good afternoon, Chevalier." You murmured, smiling up at the angelic glow surrounding his handsome face.

"Is the crown of Rhodolite too garish for my head?" He quipped, humor gleaming in his bright blue eyes.

"Even the most capable king needs a little less weight to carry sometimes." You chuckled, pulling him down for a kiss. But Chevalier was a greedy man, and one was never enough. Somehow, he managed to curl into the settee beside you, his cloak covering the both of you in its warmth. He had used his cloak as a blanket many times, out on the battleground campsites, in the midst of war; but never like this. Never before had it felt like a cover of safety, an entrapment for the love he shared with the woman he loved, a home of peace.

But as he gazed down at you, so content and trusting in his arms, he decided he would never again take his cloak to the battlefield. For it belonged here, in the arms of his angel, as a reminder of the human man that would return to her when he came home to wrap her up in his arms again.

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xxsycamore · 6 months

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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐓𝐨𝐨

↬ 🧡 Jin has been acting strange today. Before you can make a connection between all the strange things happening all day, he's got you head over heels for him once again.

Jin Grandet x f!Reader • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Established Relationship; Married Characters; Aged-Up Character(s)• wordcount: 1,111 • masterlist

For Cozytober 2023 by @randonauticrap . Prompt - No. 14: Lord Huron - The Night We Met Lyrics - "I had all and then most of you/Some and now none of you/Take me back to the night we met"

a/n: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MADAME L!!! Here too, I want to wish you a very happy birthday, may your day be filled with all things you love, and I'll help a little bit by offering you this humble gift... I hope you enjoy, our dear resident Jin lover 🥺❤❤❤

Jin has been acting strange today.

It was around noon when you began looking around for him, remembering the plans you two made for your day off. It's strange that he hasn't monopolized your time since the very second you opened your eyes in the morning... which made you all the more determined to be the first to find him and not the other way around.

Strangely, everyone you ask gives a different reply as to where they saw him last. Leon for one sounded very confident about seeing him in the training grounds - while Yves was sure he had stopped by the kitchen just a couple of minutes ago.

You stand helpless in front of the palace gardens, autumn leaves dancing in the air with a gust of wind, as if to highlight the lack of any presence in the vast open space stretching out ahead of you. You sigh, noting the position of the sun and how it's been following you in your quest to find your lover, rolling across the sky faster now that the days are getting shorter.

You reach the sitting area and a gasp comes out of your mouth as if you refuse to believe your eyes. There, on the pink settee, that's definitely Jin just casually lounging around...

"Did you get lost in the palace?"

Lost? In the place you've been living for so long now?

"You look as if you just saw a ghost. Come here... this was our meeting spot for today, did you forget?"

Oh.

"Maybe I did? I don't know. I'm a bit distracted these days."

Jin smiles sweetly at you, standing relaxed as you take a seat next to him. As soon as you're close enough, however, his demeanor changes as he almost pounces on you, stealing your breath as he plants a passionate kiss on your lips.

You guess he missed you?

What you expected to end as soon as it began becomes deeper and fiercer, and even though you chuckle and pull away to ask him what's with him today, he doesn't let go. He just keeps on kissing you.

"I think I could spend my life with a girl like you."

Face burning red, you decide not to pay too much mind to the oddness of it and to enjoy his showcase of love instead.

It's evening when you get summoned to Leon's faction room. The fourth prince soothes your worries but still insists all of you wait for Jin before starting.

At last, Jin shows up. Takes out a lollipop. Banters with Yves. Tousless Yves' hair. Attempts to tickle Yves.

"Do we really have to do this part as well?!"

Huh?

Leon is quick to steal your attention with a well-timed cough before he addresses, at long last, the reason you're all gathered here. Apparently, it's something about an upcoming gathering with officials from abroad and it has to do with making a good first impression when it comes to introductions. You suggest Chevalier's faction should be the one working harder at these, but Leon only gives you an understanding look before asking Jin to introduce himself first.

"Jin Grandet. 34 years old, still in the prime of my youth. I'd say my best feature is those charming eyes of mine."

Before everyone can roll their eyes, and despite the fact that you feel the urge to do so yourself, you chime in: "Well, he's right."

Jin winks at you and continues.

"My hobbies are my wife, my wife, and my wife."

"You're the worst."

"You never shut up about your wife."

Noting the mood of the other princes based on these comments, Leon uncrosses his arms and calls it a night. Just like that. You thought he was way more tolerant and used to Jin's antics by now... and you also thought you'd be stuck here for much longer. But in the next second, you find yourself in the room alone with Jin who looks as if he has no intentions of getting up from the couch anytime soon.

He shifts the lollipop from one side of his mouth to the other with his tongue, the hard piece of candy clinking softly against the back of his front teeth.

"Sooo?" You ask, approaching him. "Are you going to tell me what all of this is about, already?"

"Why don't you take a seat?"

You spend a whole two seconds considering his offer before you sit down close enough to him that your knees are touching. The question still present in your eyes, you hold his gaze demandingly.

"I was thinking about you a lot lately."

"Jin, you always think about me-"

"And about the night we met. Well, the night I introduced myself to you."

All the pieces fall right into their places. That day, two years ago... you got lost in the palace, wandering off until you accidentally witnessed Jin kissing a woman in the garden, and...

When your mind goes to that place, your new, fresh memory of Jin kissing you breathless right there just earlier today domineers over the initial one.

And then when night fell, you now remember, you were right here in this very room, and...everything was just as it happened just now.

"You...recreated that day? But why?"

"Because I hate myself for giving you a bad first impression like that. I was such a fool. I had no idea how special you're going to become to me and... I don't want you to look back at those memories and remember me by all those awful things. And I wish I could rewrite much more than that first day. But unfortunately, I can't."

You take hold of Jin's face, suppressing the urge to seal his lips with your own so he doesn't say another word. Emotion rushes through you, and you lay your forehead against his shoulder instead.

"Jin, I could never trade our first memories together for anything. You know why? Because they're the proof of the long path we walked towards here."

Jin is at a loss for words, evident by the way he freezes and only after a few silent moments does he shift a little so he can stroke your back. When that ceases being enough to communicate how touched he is, he gently guides you to look him in the eye again.

"I love you more than anything. I love you so damn much."

You chuckle, rubbing your thumb across his chin as you get closer.

"Do you remember your next line?"

"No, I don't."

"If you keep staring at me like that, you're gonna make me think the feeling is mutual."

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aquagirl1978 · 5 months

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Hello! For the new years celebration could I please ask for Leonardo + touches #12, Comte + kisses #1 and Jean + hugs #11. Thank you! x

Thank you, anon, for this request (I'm embarrassed to say how long this has been in my inbox, so I hope you're still here with us on Tumblr). I hope to have Comte and Jean finished this month.

The Night We Met - Leonardo da Vinci x Reader

A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event and a very belated entry for Cozytober hosted by @randonauticrap

Pairing: Leonardo da Vinci x Reader

Prompt: reaching for the other in the dark

Song: The Night We Met by Lord Huron

Lyrics: "Take me back to the night we met."

Word Count: 2131 (the longest fic I've written this year)

Tags: fluff with maybe the slightest hint of angst

“Do you remember the night we met?”

It was a silly question, but one you loved to ask. Just to see his reaction.

He peered at you, his golden eyes narrowing like a cat as he laughed his hearty laugh. “Of course, I remember. It was the night I met a beautiful thief who stole my heart.”

Your breath hitched at his words. Even after all these years, he still had a way of stealing your breath away.

He cupped your cheeks in his large hands, pulling your face close to his. He lowered his voice to a deep whisper, the sweet smell of tobacco pungent in the air.

“But tell me again anyway. Take me back. Take me back to the night we met.”

*****

“What’s this?” you asked, staring at the ornate envelope that was resting delicately in the palms of your hands.

“Open it and find out,” your mother suggested.

Your fingers trembled as you carefully lifted the gold wax seal, afraid to break something so pretty, so precious, and unfolded its contents. In your short life, you had never seen such elegant writing nor held such heavy paper. You glanced up at your parents to find their faces alight with smiles.

“The King and Queen are having a ball. And everyone in town is invited! Isn’t this exciting?” your mother exclaimed.

“The King will be introducing his son, the crown prince, to the court at this ball. And rumor has it,” your father added, his eyes twinkling as he winked at you, “I heard he is looking for a bride for his son.”

“Don’t fill her head with such nonsense, dear. No one has seen or heard from the prince in some years as he has been away studying. For all we know, he has already found a bride.”

*****

Your hand shook as you lifted the glass towards your lips; the rose-colored wine was cool as it trickled down your throat. Standing awkwardly with your back against the wall, you watched as pairs took to the ballroom floor. Lively music filled with air as bright colors dazzled, couples dancing in mesmerizing circles around the room.

You welcomed the respite from dancing – it wasn’t that you didn't like to dance, but rather, your previous dance partners each left something to be desired.

The first suitor had two left feet; you lost count of how many times he stepped on your foot in the span of one song. The second suitor sweated profusely; he looked and felt as if he had spent the entire evening near a hot oven. The third suitor either had selective hearing or was lacking short-term memory; for everything you said, his reply was to ask you how you were doing.

“Looks like ya need a drink.”

You turned your face towards the owner of the husky voice. Mouth opened, ready to hurl a snarky comeback, your jaw slackened when you saw the amiable smile on the stranger’s face.

His hand gestured towards the empty glass in your hand, erasing all fears that his intentions were untowards. Sheepishly, you looked down at your drink, or rather what little was left of it, and held the glass out to him.

“Thank you, that would be lovely.” You smiled softly as his fingers touched yours, lingering longer than they should. “Rose wine,” you added, quickly pulling your fingers away when you felt your cheeks flush with warmth.

“I’ll be right back.”

He was true to his word and back by your side in a flash. Mildly curious as to how he got the drinks so fast, you easily pushed those thoughts to the side as he stood next to you, the silence comfortable as you sipped your drinks.

When the music stopped, he turned to you and plucked the glass from your hand.

“Hey, I was still –”

He let out a small laugh and took your hands in his. “May I have this dance?” he asked, his golden gaze fixed on yours.

Who cared that you didn’t even know his name – you’d be a fool to say no to him.

With a smile so dazzling it could light up the night sky, he whisked you onto the dance floor effortlessly, as if he had been born dancing.

“What brought you here tonight?” he asked, your bodies swaying slowly in tune with the music.

“My parents got an invitation. I’m here with them tonight.”

“A family obligation…” he surmised.

“You could call it that. What brought you here?”

“A bit of the same. It was easier to show up than fight over it.”

“You’d rather be somewhere else?”

“I’d rather be anywhere else. I was traveling, studying. And they brought me back here. For this? There is a whole entire world out there with so much more to offer than pointless dances. ”

He stared into your eyes, his words filled with unbridled passion as he spoke. Something stirred deep inside of you.

And it felt good.

You gazed back at him, struck with awe as you continued to dance, not missing a beat. You barely knew this man, but you wanted to. You suddenly wanted to know everything about him. Where was he traveling? What was he studying? Was he a good kisser?

But there was one question you needed to ask first.

“What’s your name? I’m – ”

He let out a huff of laughter upon hearing your question. You swore you saw a hint of sadness clouding his amber eyes, but it was now gone.

“You don’t know who I am, do you?” he asked with a wistful smile.

“No, I don’t,” you admitted bashfully, averting your gaze.

“My name is Leonardo da Vinci…”

Your heart stopped and your body became numb. Your eyes returned to his, the same warm pools of honey you gazed into adoringly earlier looking back at you.

“I am…”

“You are the king’s son,” you said before he could.

Your feet felt stuck, like they were glued down to the dance floor; your body stilled, unable to move in light of this discovery.

He continued to gaze at you, his eyes pleading with you. Stay. Don’t leave me.

Your heart pounded in your chest; the large ballroom started to shrink. Your palms began to sweat; you wanted to release your hands from his but you couldn’t.

He wouldn’t let you.

“My family… we are commoners,” you finally said, the floodgates opening and words started to spill from your mouth. “My father is a shoemaker, my mother sews dresses. I will one day join them and make dresses. We are not nobility.”

I don’t belong here, your eyes said silently, your heart shattering into a million pieces.

“I need to go.” You forced the words out before turning around, running away before Leonardo could see the tears streaming down your cheeks.

Your steps quickened as you approached the tall glass door, your breath trapped in your throat as you placed your hand on the doorknob, letting out a giant sigh of relief as the metal twisted in your hand.

*****

Your eyes scanned the grand ballroom, desperately searching for an exit. There! A doorway leading outside.

Pushing the door open just enough to slip through, you finally felt able to breathe in the cool, crisp air. You had no idea where you were – somewhere in the gardens, you guessed. You’d have to find your way back to your parents, but it was worth it to get out of the ballroom.

And far away from him.

Your heart ached thinking of him. Looking up at the sky, the stars shone brightly against the midnight blue blanket as you searched for a shooting star to make a wish upon.

“What am I doing?” you asked yourself. “It’s hopeless.”

With a soft sigh, you continued on your path, your head down as you followed the stones lit by the moon.

That is until you walked straight into something in the dark. A tall, warm something.

“Goodness! I am sorry, so sorry. I wasn’t looking –”

The figure tilted his head towards you and your heart sank. Of all the people who happened to be at the ball, it had to be him.

“Sorry I’m not Prince Charming,” he said, taking a long drag from his cigarillo.

“I should be going, I’m sorry I bothered you.” You lifted your skirt as you brushed past him, eager to hurry away.

“Don’t go.”

He reached for you in the dark, his large hand easily capturing your wrist, his grip surprisingly strong. You turned your head, your gaze meeting his, the same desperation that clung to your heart was written in his eyes.

‘We can’t,” you whispered breathlessly, your heart beating so loud you hoped he couldn’t hear it.

“Why not?”

You made a face, stunned he would even ask after what happened in the ballroom earlier.

‘Yeah, you already told me.” His eyes wavered as he held your gaze. “And what if I don’t care.”

“You should care. One day, you will be king.”

“Amd marry one of those vultures in there? I’d rather die.” He took another pull from his cigarillo, smoke filling their air between you. “My family is a bunch of bloodthirsty vampires, ready to suck the life out of you the first chance they get.”

He dropped his cigarillo to the ground, crushing it with the heel of his boot.

“You were the first person in forever that saw me. Not a prince. Not the future king. But me.” He took your hands in his, his thumb pressing against the pulse point in your wrist, sending tingles down your spine. He tipped your chin with his thumb before dipping his face towards yours, his lips so close you could feel his hot breath on your skin.

“I won’t let you get away that fast, cara mia,” he whispered before kissing you.

His lips covered yours, his tongue slightly sweet as he probed open your parted lips, invading your warm mouth. His hands, large hands rough and calloused, moved from yours, his palms rubbing up your bare arms. Gripping the curve of your shoulders, he pulled your body to his. Your arms wrapped around his waist, your body melting into his as your hands settled on the small of his back.

You could have stayed there forever, hiding under the dark cover of the sky.

But forever was not tonight for your name was called in the distance.

“My parents!” you exclaimed, pulling away. “They must be looking for me.”

Leonardo looked at you, his golden eyes darkened with the disappointment of a kiss prematurely broken.

“I have to go,” you whispered breathlessly.

He took a step towards you. And then another and another. Until he was a breath away from you. Cupping your cheeks in his palms, he gazed into your eyes until your eyes drifted closed for a moment, your body memorizing how this felt – to be held in his hands like a precious treasure.

And he kissed you again. It was the perfect kiss, like one from a fairy tale, soft and sweet and filled with…

Love?

The kiss was short and brief, lasting only a few seconds. But it felt like forever.

WHen you parted this time, you both gazed into each other’s eyes silently, words insufficient to convey how you felt about the other.

Not wanting to be found together, you ran away from him the second time that night. But unlike the first, this time you desperately hoped you would see Leonardo again.

*****

“And the very next day, I found you,” Leonardo said, finishing the story.

He gazed at you with his warm golden eyes, eyes you could stare into forever.

“That’s only because I told you about my parents. Thankfully, there weren’t too many shoemakers and dressmakers in town,” you said with a small laugh.

“I would have found you.” His eyes sparkled as he spoke. “I made a promise to myself that night I’d find you. Even if I had to turn over every stone in the land, I would have found you.”

Hearing his words of determination tugged on your heartstrings; after all the years you were together, this was the first time you had learned of his promise. Needing to feel his touch, your hands instinctively sought his, your fingers entwining.

Twice you turned your back on him that night, but never again since. You had stood by his side, facing him in your shared journey in life as lovers and partners, and as he became king, and you, his queen.

“I love you, cara mia,” he whispered before kissing you, the sweet taste of tobacco lingering on his lips.

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And just like every kiss you’ve shared since that fateful night, this kiss felt like one from a fairy tale.

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alloru · 6 months

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it's halloween everybody!!!! :DD

our favourite holiday of the year has arrived once again!! and I figured such a momentous occasion could only be appropriately celebrated with a fully coloured piece of art!

this peace is also dedicated to the last day of the cozytober prompt list: "feast"!! it's been so much fun to work with colour again, seeing as all my previous projects were in grayscale!

what are you going as, even if it's just a cool idea in your head? have a nice next 24 hours and enjoy yourselves!!

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chirp-a-chirp · 6 months

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Leon Dompteur • Rating: PG • Tags: Angst/hurt first story half and sweet fluff second story half; Domestic/Family Life; children/parenthood • ~1250 word count • Triggers: Mentions of traumatic and abusive past • Leon Route spoilers

For @randonauticrap Cosytober2023 event

Title: Bare

Prompt: #5 The World Ender, Lord Huron

Lyrics: I had a name but they took it from me; I was the man that I wanted to be

Description: Nightmares can plague even the noblest of beasts. Comfort comes in small packages (and in lion cub form).

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THUD

A young boy in a threadbare tunic scrambled down the hillside. With a grimace, the boy noticed the quarry rock that had tumbled into a shallow mud pit now had several visible cracks. His eyes darted back and forth to see if anyone had seen or heard the rock fall.

Leon watched the boy from atop the hillside. Leon blinked as he recognized he was in a dream. The dream echoed dreary, painful memories of his time in the quarries. Leon felt the familiar pang of sympathy, his heart aching at how accustomed the boy was to this life.

But this dream was different. Normally, his dreams were lonely and eerily quiet, the silence occasionally punctuated with grunts and groans of the boy rolling rocks on the ground. The dream would end as the boy murmured for someone to hear or help him. The help, of course, never arrived. In this dream, however, there was a fierce autumn wind, one that caused goosebumps to appear on the boy’s skin. Additionally, the boy’s furtive movements indicated a visceral fear of being watched by something—or someone.

“YOU!” A muscle laden figure, partially obscured in shadow, appeared out of nowhere. The boy’s shoulders jolted at the sound. The figure was close enough so that spit from the force of his words landed on the boy’s face. “Explain this!” A finger jabbed violently towards the cracked rock in the mud pit.

“I-I’ll get another rock. A bigger one!” The boy tried to quell the anger in the figure’s voice. A shadowy hand grasped a handle of a whip.

Leon tried to talk, to tell the boy help was coming, finally coming, but his lips couldn’t form the words. He attempted running, but found his legs stiff and unable to move.

“Stop this!” Leon’s head jerked at the voice. The boy was no longer present—he was replaced by Leon’s beloved Emma. Emma’s dress was in tatters, her skin scrapped and scarred, her neck heavy with a slave’s manacle. Her eyes blazed with anger.

“Someone must pay. Might as well be you.” The figure lifted his hand and the whip towards the sky. Leon desperately attempted to move to no avail.

“You won’t hurt him.” Emma was now accompanied by another, a girl of seven years. The girl’s golden eyes stared intensely at the shadow. “Mama and I won’t let you.” Even in slave clothes and caked in mud, the girl faced the shadow with the bravery of a lion. The figure laughed mockingly, raising the whip higher.

Leon’s feet suddenly became free. The force of his previously restricted movements caused Leon to lurch and tumble down the hillside. His vision began to grow dark. The last image he saw was the whip crashing down, Emma shielding the girl’s body with her own. Leon’s lips parted, unleashing a feral scream.

“NO!”

CRACK! BOOM!

A rare autumn thunderstorm raged outside the Castle. Leon woke to a loud thunderclap and discovered he was sprawled on the floor of his bedroom, having fallen from his bed. His chest moved quickly up and down, his breathing sharp. Leon groaned as he rubbed his ribs from the force of the fall.

“Daddy?” A small head partially covered by a blanket peered at him from the side of the bed. Amber eyes blinked from underneath a nest of unruly dark tresses that framed round pale cheeks.

Leon tugged his hair as he re-oriented himself to his surroundings. Bedroom—he was in his bedroom in the Castle. The only rocks nearby were pebbles in a potted rose plant by the window. His daughter was in his bed due to her fear of thunderstorms.

Leon put a finger to his lips, even as he tried to calm himself. “Shhh little cub. Mama is sleeping.” He sighed quietly. “I hope.”

The girl nodded. “She’s a heavy sleeper. Growing babies sure seems tiring.”

Making them sure is wonderful though. Leon resisted saying the quip out loud. “It is.”

“Are you OK?”

Leon withheld another sigh. “I’m fine Julia—”

“You’re a bad liar Daddy. Worse than Uncle Yves.” Julia took the blanket off her head. “You dreamed again didn’t you?”

Leon gaped in astonishment. Julia’s gaze pierced his heart, finding the truth hidden in it. “How did you know?”

“Mama told me about them. Said it’s why you’re late to breakfast sometimes.”

Julia’s words shook him. His cub may have inherited his looks, but she was mostly a replica of her mother. She was not one to leave a wounded soul bruised and alone. Julia smiled gently.

“Mama and I are here. Safe.” Leon’s eyes widened. “Nothing else would have you looking so scared.”

“I guess I have no secrets from you.” Leon shook his head ruefully.

Julia sensed her dad’s mess of emotions. So, with a playful smile she held out her hand.

“Take my hand Daddy. Your night’s gonna change forever!”

“Hey, that’s MY line.”

“Nope, it’s a Dompteur line. We all can say it.” Julia grinned wider as she grasped her father’s hand.

Leon grinned back and got up, climbing back into bed. His grin faded as he saw red marks and a purplish bruise on Julia’s wrist. The last image from his dream of the whip crashing down on Emma and Julia flashed in his mind. Julia squeezed his hand.

“I fell from a tree and a few of the branches got me. I was looking for the leopard’s traps, remember?”

“Ahhh, I remember now.” Leon laid on his side, covering himself and Julia with a blanket. “Did you find them all?”

“Most of them. Uncle Yves found the last one though. Uncle Jin hand to fish him out of the pit.”

“Haha, I’m sure Uncle Yves appreciated you scouting out the others.”

BOOM!

Julia flinched at the thunderclap and buried her head in her father’s chest. Leon rubbed soothing circles on her upper back and smiled wryly to himself. For all her wisdom, she was still just a kid.

“Hey, look at me Julia. How do we deal with our fears?”

“We face them. Head on.”

“That’s right.” He booped Julia lightly on the nose. “And how does OUR family do that?”

“Oh yeah!” Julia’s eyes lit up. “Can we do it on three?”

“Sure sweetie.”

“Ok, on three. One…two…three…”

“Roar!” Leon emanated a growling roar. Fierce, but quiet. He looked tenderly at his daughter.

“Roar!” Julia growled back. Leon wrapped his arms around her.

“Grrrrr…” Emma groaned sleepily, rolling closer to the pair.

“Guess Mama wanted to join too.”

Leon chuckled and reached out a hand to cradle Emma’s cheek. “She’s still asleep.” His hand moved softly towards Emma’s swollen belly. He felt a few kicks against his palm. “This little one definitely isn’t though.”

Leon gazed at Emma and Julia, his heart squeezing. Even after all these years, there was an element of Leon that anticipated judgment; there was a price to be paid, a punishment to be extracted for taking on the mantle of the fourth prince. Some part of him expected his title, his rank, his very name to be stripped from him like leaves from swaying branches in the autumn breeze.

But this—his daughter, his wife, the title of father and husband—they could never be taken away from him. His family left him vulnerable, his emotions bare. And he would have it no other way.

Julia yawned and curled up against her father, snuggling. She murmured before falling asleep, “the pride stays together Daddy.”

Leon ruffled her hair and whispered back.

“Yes, the pride stays together. Always.”

#ikemen prince #ikemen prince leon #leon dompteur #cozytober 2023 #angst and feels #otome fanfic #otome #ikemen cybird #fanfic fluff #fanfic angst

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leonscape · 7 months

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when the night was full of terrors

and your eyes were filled with tears

suitor: chevalier (ikemen prince); genre: angst; prompt: #14 the night we met (a bunch of lyrics are inserted in between oops); warning: violence/death

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chevalier remembers the name of every single person that had sacrificed their life for rhodolite. an impressive ability that turned into a curse in one night.

a faint scent of roses danced in the air as a cool afternoon breeze swirled around his lone figure. the sun was beginning its descent below the horizon. but the warmth remained in the ground after a long day of soaking up the sun’s rays.

take me back to the night we met

chevalier never flinched. every movement was calculated. the swing of his sword was pure precision. even as a child taking down his first assassin, chevalier didn’t even blink in the face of danger. he stared back at it in the eyes. it was death that froze under his gaze.

but something changed in him that night. it was the first time he’s ever felt emotion when engaged in a duel with the enemy. death was taunting him, laughing at him.

and all he could do was watch.

and then i can tell myself what the hell im supposed to do

chevalier knelt down in front of her. the second time he’s ever done so. he gently placed the small bouquet of roses next to her.

those roses that she’s always adored. those roses that she had protected alongside him.

the open wound she left on his heart escaped through the tears in his eyes.

and then i can tell myself not to ride along with you

chevalier crossed the threshold, the point of no return. emma was crumpled on the floor, stabbed from behind.

the brutal beast lunged for the man responsible. he let out a blood curdling scream, but it was only for a moment. the brutal beast tore the man into shreds in a sudden fit of rage. anger started out as a tiny spark, and it spread, bursting into flames that engulfed his heart.

emma turned to look at the brutal beast. she weakly smiled at him, putting on a brave face just as she did when she first met him. she loosened her grip against her chest to reveal their infant son, their heir. bundled up in her arms, tucked away from the blood, keeping his innocence intact.

either from exhaustion or blood loss, she slowly closed her eyes. the brutal beast frantically tried to keep her awake and responsive. eventually she quietly slipped away in a peaceful slumber.

i had all and then most of you some and now none of you

the stone below him was damp with his tears. the sun in his heart had left him, leaving it behind in a state of perpetual darkness. but emma’s warmth remained in his heart after a long time of soaking up her love.

his tears touched her tombstone, and it reached her. the tears falling from his eyes was all the love he never got to express.

“i don’t know what i’m supposed to do… haunted by the ghost of you,” he whispered so only she could hear. his lip quivered, fists clenched, and his eyes squeezed shut.

“take me back to the night we met,” he wished. his mind could only replay the memories, but they were just that. they weren’t something that could be erased and rewritten. there was no way to go back and prevent it from happening.

oh, take me back to the night we met

#weird coincidence that the only song i know (and like) is 14 🤨#ikemen prince #ikepri #Cozytober Follower Celebration #cozytober 2023 #wrote this on my phone sorry for the weird layout idk

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flebdoodle · 7 months

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Hello and welcome to my multifandom nightmare. Am I already a day two days behind? Yes but it's okay because I'm silly. Am I thinking about adding another prompt list? Absolutely. Should I? Probably not. Will that stop me? Nope. Whumptober fics are posted here: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3763987 ------------------------------------------ Individuals and prompts under the cut :]

#ahem #hoo boy #multifandom art #hermittober 1 #tangotek #hermitblr #decked out 2 #cozytober 1 #spamton g spamton #inktobertale 1 #ink sans #hermittober 2023 #cozytober 2023 #inktobertale2023

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sketchygainedyoursoul · 7 months

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you know so j have been doing a tobery. sketchytober. my tober. lol. these are the prompt lists im using

basically its october but i can dk whatever i want

ive also been using two cringetober lists, one by awestenmarinez and the other by whezze and a buildtober list by @clustercraft

links to art posts below

sketchytober 1-10

sketchytober 11-20

sketchytober 21-30

sketchytober 31

#sketchytober 2023 #whumptober 2023 #cringetober 2023 #offtober 2023 #buildtober 2023 #sinis-tober 2023 #bugbotober 2023 #cozytober 2023 #ninjagotober 2023 #sillytober 2023

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featheryfellows · 7 months

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hi everybody! can you guess where this cabin is from?

it's day 5 of this year's inktober and I figured I could go all out for today's prompt "cabin". the cat in the window was a spontaneous decision, but a very welcome one! I like to call him Discord c:

I had a couple difficulties working off of the references for this one due to the slight difference in perspective, but in the end it turned out great!

have a nice next 24 hours and maybe pet a kitty some time, if you're not allergic of course ^v^

#digital art #inktober #inktober 2023 #artists on tumblr #cozytober #cozytober 2023 #art challenge #my art #background art #fanart #but of what I will not tell yet ;)#line art #digital line art #cabin #countryside

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gwynthecrow · 7 months

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Cozytober Day 6: q!Tnt Duo and Fireplace

#fanart #qsmp #qsmp fanart #cozytober #inktober #qsmp tntduo #inktober 2023

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rhapeseuhans · 7 months

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07 - Flannel shirt Ferdie wearing a flannel shirt <3

#inktober 2023 #cozytober #ferdinand von aegir #fe3h

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randonauticrap · 7 months

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Cozytober 2023 (aka, my 250 Followers Celebration!)

I'm celebrating 250 followers!! I'm so thankful to all of you who have followed me and interacted with my posts and fics, and to thank you all, I'm combining my annual Cozytober Writing Challenge with my Follower Celebration!

All info and Rules are listed below! This writing challenge is open to everyone, and there's a little something to scratch every itch.

Info:

Dates: October 1st - October 31st Masterlist Posting: November 3rd

I decided to do something a little different this year, so all of the prompts for this event are songs! I handpicked this list from my favorites; some are upbeat and fun, others are a little more somber, and many of them evoke that hazy, haunting mood of the autumn season. I encourage you to listen to them, but it's not a requirement! I will have a link to the lyrics of each song that you are free to use at your leasure.

This challenge is open to Fluff, Slice of Life, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, and Smut for all Ikemen Games, including Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Villains, Ikemen Revolution, and Ikemen Genjiden!

Rules:

NO minors or ageless blogs are allowed to post smut for this challenge.

If you are an ageless blog and you post Smut for this challenge, you will get a single DM warning and the 48 hours following to post your age on your blog, or you will be blocked from my blog. If you are a minor and you post smut for this challenge, you will be blocked on sight. I welcome ageless blogs or minors to write Fluff, Slice of Life, Angst, or Hurt/Comfort!

Please label your fic with the suitor(s) you are using and which ikemen game they come from!

Please also label which genre your fic falls under (ie., Fluff, angst, hurt/comfort/slice of life, smut) and any appropriate content warnings

You can use as many or as few lyrics as you want from a song to use as inspiration! You can also combine songs if you're feeling fancy. Just make sure to list the titles of the song(s), as well as the lyric(s) you're using in your fic in the description.

Example:

Prompt - No. 11: "Love Like Ghosts" Lyric - "Yes I know that love is like ghosts, only few have seen it but everybody talks"

Please use the tag #Cozytober Follower Celebration on your fics so that I can find and reblog them! Please also tag my blog @randonauticrap to make it even easier for me to locate them and add them to the Masterlist! If I haven't reblogged your fic by the end date of the challenge, on October 31st 2023, it probably means I have missed it, so please DM me with a link to your fic and I will reblog. Similarly, if you do not see your fic on the Masterlist when it is posted on November 3rd, please DM me with a link to your fic and I will update the masterlist accordingly.

The last date I will add new fics to the Masterlist is November 15th, so please let me know ASAP if your fic isn't there!

Song & Lyric Links:

She Lit a Fire - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Welcome Home - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

The Dead Waltz - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

The World Ender - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Ghost Towns - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

Way Out There - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Always Gold - Radical Face (Video/Lyrics)

Fool For Love - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Lonesome Dreams - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Love Like Ghosts - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Cursed - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

In the Wind - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

The Night We Met - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Meet Me in the Woods - Lord Huron (Video/Lyrics)

Thank you all again for getting me to 250 followers here on tumblr in the Ikemen Fandom!! I hope you have fun with this challenge, and I CANNOT wait to see your wonderful works! If you have any questions, feel free to pop in my DMs and ask.

Much love and coziness to you!

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