#ikemen fluff

[xxsycamore]

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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Words of affirmation for Chevalier, pretty please? 🥺🥹

love languages weekend event

Here you go anon! Honestly loved writing this! And I know a few other people who will love it<3 Thank you for requesting <3

genre: fluff

warnings: none

Chevalier has always been a man of few words and bigger actions. Never one to talk about his feelings or express them aloud. Not that he acknowledged them either, as what good would that be for the throne? 

Rhodolite did not need pretty words and a sweet tongue. It didn’t need a man who felt, and talked about his feelings. It needed a man who took action and stepped up. A man who did not care about his heart’s inner turmoil or the tears gathering in his throat. 

It needed a Beast. A Cold Beast. 

To make hard decisions, to think about what was best.

For some time that is just what he was, or tried to be. But ice can only hold so long before it melts under the Sun. Much like Chevalier’s walls could only hold so long in front of you. 

And at first he did not know how to show his love, other than through acts of services and actions, or in some cases gift giving.

“You did this, for me?” You say, wander filling your veins as your eyes swipe over the new shelves in Chevalier’s private library. Your shelves. Your books. Rows and rows of them stacked on mahogany wood. Novels he chose himself by analyzing the books you often strolled with in the gardens. 

Authors familiar to you and some you’ve never heard of. 

He stands behind you, a small smile on his lips as he looks at you, eyes gentle, “There is very little I would not do for you, simpleton.” 

You were satisfied with it, knowing him enough to read between the lines and through the beats of his heart. You knew he loved you. 

But Chevalier’s tongue burned with the need to tell you rather than show you. 

And it took some time for Chevalier to reconnect with his feelings and much more with expressing them. Even after meeting you he still remained a man of action. A man of actions who knew the importance of vocalizing his feelings still. Of letting you know orally, just how much you count for him, how important you are to his heart and how much he loves you. 

It started simple. With 3 words. 

“Je t’aime.” These words fall from his lips and into your ear, smooth like velvet. He embraces you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder. 

And you wonder if you heard it right. 

Of course Chevalier tells you he loves you. This is not the first time. But he does not say it often enough for your heart to stop fluttering in your chest like the wings of a butterfly every time he says it. 

Your lips curve in a smile, your hand coming to rest upon his on your waist. 

“I love you too.” 

And then it grew, as he became more and more comfortable with the taste of love on his tongue, the sweetness of his feelings trickling from his lips. 

“Do you think about me sometimes, when you are away?” You ask, the two of you sitting in your room at night, getting ready for bed. On the eve of his departure for Obsidian. “I know that I often do. When we are apart I often think of you when my heart is blue.” 

You turn to him, beaming like the Sun. 

“And it always brings a smile to my face!” 

You fidget, heat crawling up your neck and cheeks as you hold his gaze. 

“Do you do that too, Prince Chevalier?” 

“Silly question, simpleton.” He says, standing up and walking over to you, “Sometimes, it feels like I can think of nothing else.” 

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[violettduchess]

Ahh not sure if I'm allowed to request something else, especially so soon (thank you so much for that amazing Gilbert fic btw). But if it isn't too much trouble, may I request prompt 14 from the gesture prompts ("Pressing tiny kisses against your lover’s shoulder while they’re bent over a desk, trying to focus even though your touch is distracting them.") + Chevalier please? Thank you and take care and don't overwork yourself <3 <3 <3

A/N: Happy Belated Birthday, Chevalier 🎈

This is a really old request (sorry @atelieredux that it took me forever and a day to do it 🙈 )

Chevalier x Reader, fluff

Word Count: 772

Chevalier is bent over his desk, working by pale, yellow lamp light. Outside the sky is painted with swathes of stars and one big, bright full moon, doing its best to compete with all the starshine. He, of course, has no time to admire the view. He is busy, always busy, a mind that works ten steps ahead of everyone else’s and never seems to tire.

Your approach is quiet, footsteps muted by the soft, plush carpet. But of course, he knows you are there. He heard you the moment you entered the room. He could smell the soft scent of your bath soap and hear the whisper of your floor-length nightgown. He even knows by the sound which one it is, a confection of white silk and pale blue lace, a remembrance from the last time you traveled to Benitoite. 

You finally stop behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. He is stripped down to the soft white and gold tunic he wears to sleep and you can feel the way his muscles respond to your touch under the fabric, tightening slightly as if surprised. He does not stop writing, his white feathered quill making neat, copious notes in the margins of the document in front of him. Leaning forward, you glance at what he is doing.

“Why are you bothering with this? Clavis said he finished drafting this yesterday.” It was a letter to the merchant’s guild, something that fell within his brother’s realm of responsibility.

The quill continues to move, light scratching noises flying from the sharpened tip.

“Clavis’s writing requires a second, third and often fourth revision before it is ready for approval.” 

You watch him work another moment, eyes wandering over the orderly, slanted handwriting. And then your lips curve into a slow, almost mischievous smile.

You want his attention.

You have an idea.

You slide your hands across the tops of his shoulders and then down, the corded muscles of his upper arms, tangible through the soft material of his shirt. Bending, you place a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

The quill pauses its tireless writing. “You have eyes. You see I am working.” It resumes its scratching.

“My eyes are closed, my king.” Your voice is the soft, cloying whisper of satin as it slithers to the ground. You drop another kiss onto his right shoulder, this time a few centimeters more to the left. Closer to his neck.

The quill stops again. “Perhaps you should open them, wife.” His words are chiding but you feel the way his body is responding, as if your kisses have started a humming in his muscles, an involuntary purring in his veins. You smile against his shoulder, warmth coiling its way around your heart, meeting the butterfly-wings of excitement you still get whenever you are close to him.

“I’m quite content.” You press another kiss further to the left. The quill is still poised above the parchment, but unmoving. His beautiful, sculpted hand reminds you of marble, strength and elegance in perfect balance. Anyone else, and you would think they are fully immune to your touch. But he is not anyone. He is Chevalier Michel and you have just gotten him to stop writing. 

His resolve is precariously close to the edge. Time for the necessary push.

Your fingers curl into the muscles of his arm and your head turns as you lean even closer, your lower body pressed into the hard wood of his chair as you place a kiss against the exposed skin of his neck. You linger invitingly, your lips traveling the line of his heartbeat, the one whose pace is quickening by virtue of your distraction.

The quill flutters from his fingers to the desk, tiny droplets of ink scattering in its wake.

Edge, meet Chevalier.

He moves with the fluidity of a large feline. One moment you're kissing his neck, the next your feet leave the carpet and the room tilts as you are scooped up into strong arms with such speed that you gasp, half in surprise and half in delight, as he strides towards the bed.

“You have distracted the king from his work, simpleton. That cannot go unpunished.” You hear the heat in his words, see the smile that pulls on his tempting lips.

Unceremoniously you are tossed onto the bed. You scramble to push yourself up on your elbows, watching him with bright eyes and cantering heart as he reaches down, pulling his tunic over his head in a single, graceful movement. And then his long, lean body is covering yours and your hands are winding through the moonlight of his hair.

Triumph flows through you, riding growing waves of want. 

If this is punishment, may you always be guilty.

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[lettersfromaphrodite]

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―pairing : Clavis Lelouch x fem!Reader ―genre : fluff ―word count: 782 ― summary : Clavis and MC are dancing in her room after the ball they attended because MC didn’t have a chance to dance with him /insert random political stuff here/ and of course Clavis noticed her pout when they were in the carriage and our boy can do the math

― notes : this fic looks familiar?it is! I’m reposting ALL my works on this brand new blog and therefore please, bear with me! as always, askbox is always open and feedbacks are always welcome 💌

The sudden knock at your door made you snap out of your usual daydreams. «Rise and shine!» Clavis greeted, walking in your room as gracefully as he always did, just to close the wooden door behind his shoulders with a quick movement; you met his gaze through the mirror, before placing the earrings you’ve been wearing on the boudoir’s marble surface.

«I believe it’s quite late at night, your Highness,» you teased him, standing up so that you could face him, «I doubt most of the people in the Castle are sleeping, yet.»

«I know, I know, however, my heart is heavily burdened,» despite his words, Clavis spoke with his usual grin while walking towards you with long steps, wrapping an arm around your waist and tugging you towards his chest, «I didn’t get to dance with my sweetheart.» he whispered, and you desperately wanted to kiss that annoying smirk from his lips.

«Why didn’t you save me a dance?» he teased again, leaning towards your lips with the intention to finally kiss you, but you immediately tilted your head to the side, so that his lips found your cheek instead.

«I believe it’s you who didn’t save me a dance…» you mumbled, your tone a little bit sadder than you originally planned.

The truth was that you desperately wanted to dance with Clavis at some point of the night, but such a simple wish seemed to be impossible to realize: your lover was constantly talking about business with nobles, thing that left you waiting for him as you occupied your time chatting with the other Princes.  

Although you sometimes met Clavis’ apologetic gaze through the crowd, you spent song after song waiting, and waiting, and waiting; without realizing it, it was already time to head home. Clavis’ fingertips tilted your head towards him, and as his gaze burned into yours, you noticed that every trace of his usual amusement had vanished from his features; he gently ran his gloved fingertips on your cheekbones and repeated the action a handful of times to the point it tickled, and you scoffed a laugh in half annoyance.

«I have an idea,» you watched as Clavis’ perfect grin painted his lips, «let’s have a dance.» «Here?» you echoed, unsure. «Here and now.» Clavis confirmed, before detaching himself from you and taking a step back and you could nothing but look with with incredulous amusement at the Prince – now hinting a bow in front of you.

«Would you bless me with the honour to dance with me?» Clavis dramatically asked, and you giggled in return.

«I would love to, but…» although your doubts, the Prince had already guided both your hands on his shoulders, before wrapping his arms around your waist, «what about the musicians? And… Well, personal space?» you asked, referring to the fact that the stance you were in definitely wasn’t like any steps allowed during dances.

«Do we need any of that, my love?» Clavis confidently answered before taking your hand and slowly making you twirl in front of him, just to guide you in the position you were in earlier; your bodies were slowly swinging left and right, the only music you could actually hear was the song of nocturnal birds and crickets and still, as Clavis’ eyes bore into yours with nothing but the deepest affection, you found yourself preferring this to any kind of dance he could have asked for in public.

«Most importantly, I unintentionally made my only love sad tonight.» Clavis admitted, his features serious once again; you sighed softly, reaching out to caress the frown away from his handsome face.

«You didn’t make me sad,» you replied earnestly, «although I love spending time with you while we’re in public, I love just as much – probably even more, when I have you all for myself.» you confessed, enjoying the faint blush colouring Clavis’ surprised features. Clavis’ adorablesurprised face turned into a gentle smile, and he buried his face in your neck while mumbling a soft «how can you be so cute…» thing that made you genuinely laugh, simultaneously making the two of you stop your silent dance.

«Do you think we could dance like this again, sometimes?» you asked Clavis, who instinctively stole your lips in a chaste and quick kiss.

«I don’t know, leaving the decision to me means that we’re going to have this kind of tryst every night.» Clavis’ eyes were now hungrily travelling on your features, and you slid your hands from his shoulders to his nape, standing on your tiptoes so that you could meet his eyes.

«Every night it is, then.» you hummed, before capturing the Prince’s lips in a kiss.  

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[ikeromantic]

Ikesen Boys React to a Tattooed MC pt 2

Thank you again to @otomedad for this idea!

Kenshin, Shingen, and Yoshimoto. Approx. 2400 words. Part 1 here!

Kenshin

Kenshin froze mid-step, his mismatched eyes going wide. You froze too, a shout of surprise caught behind your lips. Your kimono hung open, half undressed as you prepared for a bath.

The tub of steaming water sat behind a decorative screen, and you were wishing you were behind it too. “Umm. Hi?” You tug the fabric closed, your face hot. 

He swallows, and turns his head to look down the empty corridor leading to your ‘room’. “You were not expecting me. I will go.”

“No, wait!” Your voice startles you as much as him. Kenshin turns his head to glance your direction expectantly. You pause, unsure what to say. “I was hoping you would come today.” 

If anything, this seems to surprise him even more than seeing you unclothed. 

“If you like, you can wait with me for the bathwater to cool down. It’s too hot to soak in right now.” You sit down on the small stool beside the bars of your well-appointed cell. 

Kenshin says nothing for a long moment, then he nods. There is something unsettled about him as he pulls up a stool to sit across from you. “Is there anything you need?”

You shrug, glancing around at the stone walls and wooden bars. “Out? Other than that, no.”

He looks down, his lips twisting in a faint grimace. The frown turns to puzzlement. “What is that?”

You realize he’s noticed the cherry blossom petal on the top of your bare foot. “Oh. It’s part of my tattoo.” You carefully shift your kimono open a little bit to show the rest of your leg. Cherry blossoms and pink petals dance across your skin, as if floating on a forever breeze in some place where it is always spring. 

Kenshin regards the ink with more curiosity than you expected. His hand drifts toward the bars that separate you. “Beautiful,” he breathes. 

Your skin prickles and warms with expectation of his touch. The tip of his cool, calloused finger brushes your calf, setting your heart off at a gallop. You aren’t sure if the butterflies in your belly are from the compliment or the feel of his hand on your leg. 

“It does not come off,” he states, rather than asks. 

“Right. It’s ink under my skin so . . . I guess I’m stuck with it for life.” You try for a carefree smile, but miss the mark as his eyes flick up to meet yours. 

Kenshin considers this for a moment, then nods. “It is like a scar, then.” His eyes narrow. “Why was this done to you?”

You do smile then, at the protective note in his voice. “I did it to me. Or, at least, I picked the design and the spot. I wanted something to remind me that life is short. To enjoy the beauty in it, as long as it lasts. Because, you know. It won’t last long.” 

His fingers trace the edges of the petals and blossoms, moving up past your knee to the top of the flowers on your thigh. “The inevitability of loss,” he says, more to himself than to you. There is something warm in his eyes, something fragile.

“No,” you shake your head. “The celebration of beauty, however fleeting. Take joy where you can, right?” 

“Take joy . . .” His gaze falls back to your leg, and he snatches his hand away as if suddenly scalded by your skin. Shutters of ice close him off from you again as he stands. 

You stand as well, reaching for him through the cell bars. Your fingers brush his shoulder before he steps back. 

“If there is nothing you need, I will go.”

“I do need something.” Your voice shakes a little as your hand drops to your side. “I wish you’d visit me more often. Stay for a little longer when you do. I like being around you.”

Kenshin does not reply. He studies you for a moment, before turning away. His steps echo down the empty corridor, making you feel somehow even more alone than before he came. 

Shingen

Shingen’s hand trailed along the smooth silk of your kimono, the warmth of his touch soaking through to your back. He wasn’t technically supposed to be touching you, just watching the stars. But he had a hard time keeping his hands to himself, and you weren’t going to complain. Not tonight, anyway.

“Are you sore, angel,” he asked, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

“No,” you shot back, then admitted, “a little.” The day’s hike through mountainous forest hadn’t been easy, especially carrying a pack. You regretted insisting on carrying it, but pride wouldn’t let you take it easy. 

Shingen’s lips curled up in a subtle smile. “I see.” His hand stilled on your back. “You know what the best thing for sore muscles is?”

You turn your head to regard him, sensing a trap. “A hot bath?”

“Those are pretty good. But love is what makes the angel sing.” He grins at you, playful and teasing.

“Seriously, Shingen?” You huff and pull away from his touch.

He sighs. “Can’t blame a guy for trying. It’s not every day an actual goddess graces me with her presence.” 

You glare at him, annoyed and flattered and annoyed with yourself for being flattered. “Whatever. I’m going inside.”

“Don’t leave, angel.” There’s a slight pleading tone to his voice. “As an apology, let me give you a shoulder rub. It will make us both feel better. I promise.” The sensual tilt of his lips and the appeal in his gaze give you pause. A massage would feel nice, but . . .

“No. I don’t trust you.” The words leave your mouth in a rushed exhalation, leaving so much unsaid. It wasn’t Shingen you didn’t trust, it was yourself. 

He looked down, his eyes dark and unreadable in the dim starlight. “I promise, I’m not trying to make you mine.” Shingen held his hands out as if in surrender. “Let me help?”

The silence between you expands, an almost physical thing pressing against your skin and making it hard to breathe. You give a curt nod, giving in to what you know you want, even if you can’t admit it. 

Shingen settles behind you. His hands slide down your shoulders, gently tugging your kimono down to bare them. His breath catches and he goes still. 

For a moment, you are confused, and then you realize he must have seen it. Your tattoo. Maple leaves drifting along your spine, from just below your neck to your hip. A riot of warm colors and fine lines etching your skin. You still remember the pain of having it done. But it was worth it. “Something wrong?” You try for a teasing tone, but your voice is too breathy to make that mark.

 “Your back -” He pulls your kimono lower still, revealing more of the falling leaves. His calloused hand presses against the ink as if to wipe it away. “My angel is a work of art.”

A shiver runs through your skin at the feel of his hand on you. Your galloping heart speeds even more, racing uncontrollably as heat flushes your face. “You’re not supposed to be flirting,” you manage.

Shingen’s laugh sends a puff of warm breath across your neck. “That wasn’t flirting. I’m only stating the obvious.” His thumbs press into your tense, tired flesh, a gentle pressure to ease sore muscles. “Is the art something from your village? I have never seen anything like it painted into skin.”

You struggle for a moment to find words, distracted by his closeness and the intimacy of his touch. He clearly knows how to give a massage, and the sensation is short circuiting your brain. “Umm. It . . . mmmm . . . I got it to remind myself.”

“Of?” His lips are distressingly close to the leaf at the top of your spine, almost brushing the inked skin.

“Th-that I am carried. Forward. Even when life is tough. Like a leaf in the wind. Do what I can and leave what I can’t to fate. Or god. Or . . . chaos, I guess. Trust that life is - is pushing me to where I need to be.” You stutter through an explanation, leaving out all the context and emotion surrounding the decision on this image in this spot in those colors.

Shingen is quiet for a while, his skilled hands working out the knots in your shoulders and upper back. “My angel is a philosopher. Something holding us up in our worst moments.” He sounds more thoughtful than you expected when he finally speaks. Rather than blowing off the meaning of the design, he seems interested. 

“I needed something to hang on to,” you say softly, self-consciously. His praise feels undeserved, but makes your heart feel full, your chest tight.

“We all do, sometimes.” You feel the press of a gentle kiss to the back of your neck.

Quiet descends between you again, a soft silence of connection and comfort. 

Yoshimoto

You sit completely still, afraid to even breathe deeply. Yoshimoto’s fingers comb gently through your hair, coaxing it into position. He hums a tune you almost recognize as he works, styling you for the artists that will arrive soon. 

“Are you sure this is a good idea? I bet there are a lot of more qualified models in Kasugayama,” you say through stiff lips. This whole idea has you on edge. Art is wonderful, and you love making it - but being in it? Not so much. 

Yoshimoto adjusts your necklace. “You are perfect. There is none more qualified.” He steps back, inspecting his work. 

“I am so very not perfect,” you argue, thinking of all the parts of yourself you’d change if you could. “Surely Okuni would be better -”

“No. I want them to paint you.” The way he says it sends a thrill through you, as if he would value more your image than any other. Which can’t be true. Yoshimoto is just an appreciator of art. And you, as his friend and student, happened to be available for this painting session with some up and coming artists. 

You take a shallow breath. The next part will be the hardest, even knowing it is coming. “Fine. I guess.” The blanket in your lap seems smaller by the moment and you feel heat rising in your cheeks as you take it in one hand. 

Yoshimoto smiles and moves close again, his fingers hover at the edge of the decorative kimono draped over your shoulders. “I am honored by your trust in me.” 

“Wait!” You take a deeper breath, a panicky feeling welling up in your chest. “I can’t model. I - I have a tattoo!” You feel a sudden certainty that, just like your parents, Yoshimoto will hate the ink on your skin, and the artists will refuse to paint you, and - and -

He settles a hand on your cheek, turning your head toward him. “Thank you for telling me. May I see it?” His eyes are wide and clear, empty of judgment or censure. 

You study his face a moment longer, feeling self conscious. “Ok.”

He pulls the fabric down as you lift the blanket to your chest. Almost the pose you were meant to take for the artists.

Despite the white silk now covering your breasts, you feel exposed. Your entire back on display, bare shouldered and covered with almost nothing from the back of your neck to the top of your butt cheeks. Vulnerable. On display. You wait for Yoshimoto to say something, but he is silent. 

“Well?” Your voice is sharp and anxious, and you resist the urge to tug the fabric up and hide behind it.

Yoshimoto takes a breath. His hands brush your sides, stopping at the edges of your tattoo. Chrysanthemums spread from the center of your back to your hips, delicate and colorful. He kneels to look at them more closely, close enough that his hair tickles against your skin. 

You love the way they look, bright and playful. Accentuating the natural curves of your low back and hip. But you can’t tell what his reaction is. His quiet only wrenches your nerves tighter. “If you don’t say something, I think I’m going to cry.”

His soft touch brushes the inked flowers, as if painting the petals with his fingertips. “I . . . I did not expect . . .”

“It’s fine.” You reach for the kimono, ready to cover up and escape with a little dignity. 

Yoshimoto’s hand catches yours. “Please. Let me look a little longer. It is beautiful.” His gaze meets yours, fey eyes almost aglow. “You are beautiful.” 

Your breath catches, there is a tightness in your chest. A trembling, uncertain emotion that you cannot name. “Alright.” 

His smile is tender and affectionate as his eyes drift back to your tattoo. “These colors are amazing. I have never seen such bright irezumi. And the way it follows the shape of your body -” His caress sends a pleasant shock up your back and sets your pulse pounding. “This was done by a master artist. Only fitting for such a canvas.”

“They were really good,” you nod, recalling the waitlist and the cost. “They designed it for me after I told them what I wanted. Something with meaning, memories and promises. I wanted to look at it the rest of my life and know it holds what is close to my heart.” 

You gesture toward the flowers he is touching. “Red for the promise of love, yellow for what I’ve lost, white for loyalty. And all of it together for beauty, inside and out.” The words pour out as if from a broken dam. You’ve never told anyone all of this, never had the opportunity or the trust. But you want Yoshimoto to know you. To understand you.

“Did you know it is also a symbol of royalty?” His voice is soft, barely audible. 

“I do. Not that I am. Royal. I mean, Nobunaga made me a princess but I’m just a normal person. Nothing special.” You shrug. “I just thought it was a really pretty flower.”

Yoshimoto’s arms wrap around you, and his cheek rests against your back. You feel the flutter of his eyelids as he closes them. “You are special. Talented and beautiful and kind. I can think of no other more deserving of such a mark.”

Bittersweet pleasure floods you. There is nothing you can say to that, and so you let yourself enjoy his embrace. The feel of him pressed close. If only it could last. If only you could speak the words that lie heavy in your heart. If, if, if.

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[cloudcountry]

Uh baking an Apple pie with issac? Or issac with a s/o who's a fanfic writer! either one is fine! c:

SUMMARY: Isaac's been working hard lately, so you take Arthur's advice and make him a tasty treat!!

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: i'm trying to get back in the writing groove,,, i havent done it in so long it feels so unfamiliar ^^; thank you for requesting my apple tater!! he's the perfect start :D

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Skimming the shelves, you mumble titles to yourself as you search for the cookbook Sebastian recommended to you. You’d offhandedly mentioned making a pie for a certain someone, and the butler was quick to catch onto what you were actually trying to do. After all, said certain someone had been working hard enough to lose valuable sleep, and you weren’t the only one becoming concerned.

Snatching the book off the shelves as soon as you find it, you begin flipping through the pages. You’re so absorbed in the recipes and detailed descriptions of sweet treats that you don’t notice the other presence creeping up behind you.

“Well, I’ll be! Newt is quite a lucky guy!” Arthur hums thoughtfully, nearly scaring you out of your skin.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” you yelp.

Arthur laughs heartily as you fumble with the book, snapping it shut. Your gaze is scornful as you whip around to face him, lips twisted into a pout.

“Aw, I’m sorry love. I didn’t mean to scare you.” he slides up to you, leaning in to get a closer look at the book, “If you want to make something for him, I’d recommend something with apples. Our old Newt loves them dearly!”

Apples? You furrow your brow, running through the list of apple desserts you know. And how did he know it was for Isaac?!

“Oh, and love? Why not make the dessert with him? It’ll drag him away from his work.” Arthur winks, and just like that, he slips out of the kitchen.

That’s how you ended up here, with Isaac at your side. It’d taken quite a bit of convincing to get him out of his room and even more convincing to have him agree to bake an apple pie with you, but somehow you succeeded. You doubt anyone else would have gotten the same result.

Isaac’s soft voice is quite loud in the silence of the kitchen as he reads out ingredients, murmuring under his breath about how he would measure them and doing calculations to make sure the dessert was perfect—

“Woah, hold on Isaac!” you place a hand on the recipe book, pulling it away from his face.

He immediately stops at the sudden contact, pretty eyes blown wide at the sight of you so close to his face.

“This isn’t supposed to be a science experiment! We just need to have fun, okay?” you try your best to smile in a way that will calm him down and help him understand.

Isaac simply looks away and grasps at his hair, twirling the loose strands around his index finger.

“Okay.” he murmurs, and you do a mental celebratory dance.

Operation befriend Isaac is underway!

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[here-for-gilbert]

Here me out-

The domestic faction and uninvited Clavis are having a tea party; eating some cake, laughing and chatting away in the gardens. That is when they notice King Chevalier standing in the garden. He takes one step and then stops. Stands for few minutes before taking again, only one step. And while Clavis is rejoicing that Chevalier has finally lost his head, the rest of the faction goes to check what is it about. Is it an assassin? Is it some other nation-threat? What could ever make the kingly Chevalier act like that?

Coming closer and around the bushes, they see the barely 2-years old princess, as she cups a flower with the tiny hands and whispers "Goodnight" before placing a soft kiss on its head. She then proceeds to walk over to the next flower before repeating the same procedure. And while her father might be known to never waste time on worthless things, he never makes any notion to stop or hurry up the little princess.

The same small distance away from her, ensuring her safety while not standing in the way, the king follows the little princess through the garden, one step at a time.

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[princess-pray-a]

CHEVS FEELING FOR CLAVIS😭

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[solomons-poison]

Hello!! Aww thank you, I'm glad you liked what I've written 🥰 sure I'd be happy to do that prompt with Leo!

♔ : Finding the other wearing their clothes

Pairing: Leonardo x GN!reader

Leonardo could have sworn he was losing his mind. He'd been busy taking apart, investigating, fixing, then putting back together various old instruments at the mansion. It was a rare day when many of the residents were home, and somehow they all seemed to converge at once asking for his assistance in fixing their things.

And he didn't really mind it. It was nice to know that the residents felt they could come to him for help, not to mention it gave his mind a little exercise and something to keep him busy. His only complaint would be that it kept him from spending time with you. Of course, you were busy working in the mansion, too. Sebastian had you doing all sorts of errands that kept you two apart, so often, you only had a moment to exchange a few words, maybe a quick kiss, before separating.

While doing his work, he'd removed his coat to move more freely and to cool off after starting to sweat. However, he got so involved in a project that time flew by, not noticing the late hour until a clock struck twelve, the chimes pulling him out of his thoughts. He got up to stretch and realized a cup of tea had been placed at his side. He knew it had to be you that left it, but with how cold the cup and liquid had turned, it must have been there for a while. You were always looking after him, and it warmed his heart to see the ways you thought about him.

Leonardo cleaned up, planning to visit you, but as he prepared to leave, he realized that his coat was missing. He was fairly certain he'd taken it off in the current room, hung up on a chair as he sat on the floor to work. But now it was nowhere to be seen. He popped his head into several other rooms, all the last places he'd been, even checking his own room just in case, but no luck.

You'd warned him before about how messy he was, that he'd lose something and not be able to find it, and it was becoming increasingly apparent to him that you were right.

He realized it was getting too late, and finally gave up. The most important thing was getting to see you and spending a little time with you before bed; his coat could wait until tomorrow (even if it did irk him that he lost it). He made his way over to your room and knocked on the door, but there was no response. He knocked one more time, a little louder, but it was still silent.

Of course you'd fallen asleep. Between how hard you had worked today and how long you spent waiting to see him, it was no wonder you'd passed out already. Leonardo opened your door slowly, peeking in and confirming a figure was curled up on your bed, before entering your room. He quietly approached, wanting to get a good look at you and give you a goodnight kiss, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he froze.

There, curled around your sleeping form, was his coat.

Cute.

He felt his heart thump in his chest, immediately overtaken by how adorable you looked in his clothing. You really were bad for his heart. He took a moment to collect himself before continuing to your side, gently sitting on the bed beside you. Your breathing was even, peaceful, and your fingers were clutching the edge of his coat tightly.

He lightly traced a finger along your cheek before leaning down to kiss it, catching the combined scent of his coat, long since filled with the smell of his cigarillos, and your own natural scent, and it immediately made him relaxed. Smelling his scent on you eased his mind, reminded him you were by his side, you were alive and happy and that you were his.

With his kiss, you shifted awake, your eyes fluttering open. As soon as you registered Leonardo's face, a dreamy smile lifted your lips.

"Oh, Leonardo. Are you done now?" you asked, voice husky with sleep. You opened your arms, beckoning your lover closer, and Leonardo obliged as he lay down and wrapped his arms around you and his coat.

"Yeah, got too wrapped up in what I was doing. Sorry for making you wait," he said, kissing your forehead. He was quiet a moment before continuing. "By the way, do you make it a habit to steal people's coats?"

He felt you freeze in his arms, and he could just imagine the look of guilt on your face. You didn't say anything at first, and he worried that he'd been too mean in his teasing, but you finally responded in a quiet voice.

"I only steal yours... and only because it smells like you," you said, your face on fire and thankful the room was too dark for him to see you properly. "I missed you but I knew you were busy, so I thought having your coat with me would help..."

Leonardo felt like an arrow pierced his heart. It took everything in him not to crush you in a hug out of sheer force of love, and slowly, gently, pulled you closer instead.

"You say the cutest things, do you know that?" he grumbled, nuzzling against your temple. "Well, next time you miss me that much, feel free to interrupt me, alright? I'm not going to lose out to my coat if my sweetheart is feeling lonely."

He felt you smile against him, and purposefully kept you close so you couldn't see his face, just in case.

"Okay, I promise."

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New Year, New Napo

╰┈➤ 🌟 Napoleon's New Year's morning begins with him working on his bad habits.

Napoleon Bonaparte/Main Character • rating: G • tags: Fluff; Morning Kisses • wordcount: 720 • masterlist

a/n: And this is the last fic of the year! Thank you for your support in 2023, it was a great year and I got to write so many things I loved🥺❤ This fic is inspired by this amazing drawing that @bicayaya made for me! I'm still screaming...

It's the shifting of the body next to her that pulls MC out of the depths of her slumber first. Dancing around the surface between reality and dream, she chases after the gradually drifting away words of someone in her sleep, nose scrunching as she tries to remain asleep. A chuckle that comes from somewhere far away from the dreamworld suddenly floats to her ears more clearly, closer by - and then comes the ultimate reveille. A pair of plush lips casting a butterfly caress against her own, covering them fully for a mere second before disappearing with only the faint warmth remaining behind.

"Nnng…mm.." MC groans as if to announce to her kisser that she's now awake and he needn't repeat his ministrations. Though she'd be lying if she said she didn't consider playing asleep for a second longer, even with that confused, still-sleeping brain of hers.

Heavy eyelids open to take in the new day - that's right, a new day of a brand new year, she now remembers, the last remains of pleasant tiredness linked with the lavish partying of last night still sparkling in her muscles as she lazily stretches out in bed.

"Good morning, Napoleon."

"Good morning, mon amour."

MC giggles at the haplessly inlove look in Napoleon's cyan eyes. Is he going to enter the new year being like that, once again? She can't blame him, the same way she can't blame sleep for giving her an equally dreamy look in her own eyes right now.

"How come you woke up earlier than me, hmm?" She pokes his cheek, using the proximity of him leaning over her, glad that he's blocking the blinding sunshine that found them in their bed. It's great that they're having a sunny New Year's morning. She can jump right out of bed and embrace the energy of this new beginning. After a good cuddle session, that's it.

"What can I say. New year, new me."

"Pfff!"

Napoleon frowns in reaction to her dismissive laughter, propping himself up on an elbow with pettiness in his demeanor. "So much for my partner supporting me in my New Year's resolutions, I see."

"I do, I do!" MC hastily assures, patting his arm. "I was just wondering, if you truly woke up on your own, how come you still sleep-kissed me…?"

"That wasn’t a sleep kiss, Nunuche."

Huh? Eyeing him with suspicion, MC tilts her head, ready to hear his explanation.

"We had to kiss because we were under the mistletoe."

"?!"

His other hand that was rested above MC's head ever since earlier when he was leaning above her suddenly comes into view, holding up a mistletoe for her to see.

"What the-"

"Whoops, I guess we're under it once again. Here I go, close your eyes."

"Napoleon-"

Not able to keep up with his sudden burst of nonsense, the best MC can do is close her eyes as told, accepting the inevitable kiss of the man above her. This one is slower and somehow more mischievous, with him nibbling on her lower lip and withdrawing before she can take her revenge.

As soon as their gazes meet, Napoleon holds up the mistletoe again, and dives down for another kiss.

"Napoleon!!" Her protests leave him searching for new targets for his kisses, smooching her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her eyelids squeezed shut in a laughing fit, her forehead.

"What's up with you?"

"I told you, Nunuche. New year, new me. I'm not going to sleep in anymore, and that means no more sleepy kiss attacks."

MC looks at him in disbelief. This is still too much to take in first thing in the morning. Still, she somehow connects the dots.

"So you used the mistletoe as an excuse to keep on with your bad habits…"

"I don't know what you're talking about. It was hanging right there above us when I woke up in your embrace."

"Hahahah…hahaha! Yeah, you totally are as silly as you were last year."

"Hey…" Napoleon's brow furrows once again, announcing that he's had enough of not being taken seriously. He captures MC's wrists on both sides above her head, playfully wrestling with her as she keeps laughing at him and squirming in his grip.

"Happy New Year, Napoleon. Please never change."

"You'll regret wishing for that."

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RIO AND PHYSICAL TOUCH

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HI GIRLS! There you go with the Rio content <3 I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS! @vioisgoinginsane

genre: fluff

warnings: none

For the longest time Rio had wanted to touch you, to hold you, to love you entirely the way a man does. The way a lover does. 

He wanted so much more than a light brush of your hands by accident. So much more than a light pinching of your cheek to be playful. So much more than what he allowed himself. 

So when he finally could, when you finally responded to his love in kind, Rio found himself frozen to the ground. Swayed between the crushing desire to hold you and let the dam he had put around his love burst, and the wish to give you time in case you would like to rethink or retract. 

Part of him still didn’t believe this to be true, still repeated your words of affirmation over and over again in his head until he could wrap around them and taste them on his tongue. Until he could grasp over the fact that his dreams had spilled into reality. 

Part of him feared he’d be too affectionate, too fast. He didn’t want to overwhelm you, didn’t want for you to pull away. For he knew the moment he let go there would be no stopping him, no stopping the flood of emotion rising in him at the moment.  

And he wanted you to have the choice, to pull away or change your mind. 

“Can I?” Rio asks hesitantly, blue eyes bright with tunshed ears, brimming with hope and fear to be denied. Fear of closing his eyes and waking up alone once again. Fear of this just being yet another fantasy, yet another dream. Fear of losing you. 

And when you nod his heart bursts, warmth swells in his chest and he fears he’ll explode as his arms wrap around you and yours around him, as your face comes to rest on his chest. If happiness could be condensed in a moment that would be it. 

You can probably hear how loud his heart beats against his ribcage, hell even he can hear it, the steady rhythm like drums in his ears. But he doesn’t care. In fact he wants you to hear it, wants you to hear just how crazy you make him, just how complete. Just how much he loves you, in a moment when words fail him. 

“I love you.” He parts from you, just enough to cup your cheek in his palm, careful like you are made of glass, like you might shatter or disappear in his arms. Clear, quivering blue eyes boring into yours, like only you exist in the room, like only you matter. Like the world stands before him in human form. 

But Rio’s love for you isn’t just the hugs you share. 

It’s the way he insists on pressing a light peck to your cheek every morning before the two of you part ways. The way he refuses to leave until he has had the opportunity to give you a reminder of his love. 

“Good luck with work, love. Can’t wait to be back at your side!”

It’s the way he holds your hand any chance he’s got, his palm warm against yours and his fingers gentle and strong between your own. No matter the time or place. Or who you are with. 

“Rio, we can’t do this now. Prince Chevalier is starring.” 

“Do what? I don’t see what you’re talking about. I’m just making sure you don’t slip on the floor. It has just been polished and cleaned!”

It’s the way his soul burns when away from you, every cell in his being aching to be reunited with you and only finding peace when his arms snake around your waist to pull you in his embrace, his lips finding yours. Sweet and gentle. Never wishing to be parted from you again. 

“Welcome back. I missed you.” 

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[chirp-a-chirp]

Clavis Lelouch • Clavis x Emma • Tags: Fluff; Crack; Pranks; Mischief; Cat-puns • Word Count: ~1900 • Triggers: None • Brief appearances by Chevalier, Cyran, and Sariel

Title: Cat-astrophe

Description: It’s Clavis. Of course there’s chaos! This time, in feline form 😸

For @katriniac as a part of the Ikemen Prince Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @saeyoungs-sunflower 😊

Cat-inspired Clavis drawing (aka Catvis) done by @aide-falls

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“This doesn’t look like a good idea.”

“You’re right, my dear. It’s a perfectly wicked one!” Clavis flicked a finger at the glass bottle he was holding. The bottle contained a light purple liquid that bubbled and fizzled like champagne. It appeared benign, even pleasant looking, until one looked directly above at the ceiling and the soot that covered it. Emma opened a window to let out the plumes of smoke that lingered.

“Most liquids don’t spontaneously burst into flames.” Emma coughed pointedly, moving her hands in a fanning motion to push the smoke outside.

“Unless Licht is cooking, haha!”

“Will you tell me what it is you’re trying to make at least?”

Clavis put down the bottle. “And where would the fun in that be?” He smirked, a look of utter delight on his face. “I DO have the antidote to this—well, most of it.” Clavis gestured to a second glass bottle with a light bluish tint to it. Emma’s eyes widened.

“Could it be that my lovely lover is worried for me?” Clavis tweaked Emma’s nose playfully. “It’s not as if this liquid will make me disappear or anything!” His eyes flashed, with a hint of challenge to them. “And even if it did, I’m sure you’d find me.”

…

The next day, Clavis was gone.

His disappearance had not been noticed until late morning, when a terrified palace butler was forced to wake up Chevalier instead of Clavis. None of the princes seemed particularly bothered at this development. As Emma made inquiries, their reactions were varied—relief from Yves (Licht and I can have a tea party uninterrupted!); mockery laced with pity from Nokto (you’re getting a day off from him; isn’t that a good thing?); and the equivalent of a princely shrug from Leon (I haven’t seen smoke since yesterday, so I’m sure he’s fine.). But, they all agreed on one thing—they hadn’t seen Clavis.

Emma entered Chevalier’s private library hoping he’d know what was going on. She placed a rare romance book from Jade on a side table near where Chevalier sat reading. There was an approving nod as elegant fingers picked up the book. He offered a rather unusual hint.

“My fool of a brother lost one of his nine lives today.”

Emma tilted her head. “Can you elaborate on that?”

“Do you have the next installment of this book?”

“It won’t be published until next month!”

“Then our conversation ends now, Simpleton.” The corner of Chevalier’s mouth lifted as he placed the book in his lap. As Emma left the room, she heard Chevalier say one more thing.

“He’s not complicated. He needs something from you, but cannot bring himself to admit it.”

Chevalier’s words echoed in Emma’s head as she headed toward Clavis’ bedroom. She took out a key from her dress pocket, heart lurching at the breach of privacy.

The room was virtually the same as it was when she was with Clavis yesterday. Emma knew he saw this place as a shrine to his failures, a testament to mediocrity. But, she saw much more—it was a place of studiousness, ingenuity, and childish delight. Books on law, pharmacology, science, and philosophy were neatly arranged on his bookshelf. One of the middle shelves held a cup with the phrase #1 worst emblazoned on it—a gag gift Emma had bought Clavis when they first became a couple. She grabbed a book at random and noted with a smile that the book was highlighted in numerous colors, with notes in the margins about various herbs that could be used for different smoke traps.

Emma placed the book back on the shelf and glanced at various pieces of paper attached to the wall above his writing desk. The papers contained lists with the number of traps discovered by other people. Various palace staff and princes had tick marks next to their names, each tick mark indicating a trap they had fallen into. Yves encompassed one entire sheet of paper by himself, and to Emma’s surprise, Chevalier had one mark next to his name. She’d have to ask Clavis about THAT story.

But Emma had to find him first. She sat at his desk chair, feeling lonely. She looked down at her hands—Clavis had held her hand so often in their adventures; she now felt empty without it.

I know you feel like you’re not enough Clavis. But you are. Where are you?

“Meow?”

Emma turned her head at the sound. A beautiful long-haired cat emerged from behind Clavis’ couch. Its paws, the tip of its tail, and its chest were light grey while the rest of its body was purple. The cat’s eyes were golden and sparkling with mischief.

“Are you lost little one?” The cat jumped in Emma’s lap, nesting between her thighs as if it thought it belonged there. “You’re not the only one who likes that spot. Though your touch is gentler.” Emma chuckled, scratching the cat behind its ears. She then noticed the cat wore a dark purple necktie that looked remarkably familiar. Embedded in the center of the necktie was a tag containing a name—Catvis.

Catvis leaped onto the desk, its tail bristling (Emma corrected herself…the cat was decidedly male). He pushed a drawer open with a paw and fished out a gold-chained necklace with his teeth. The necklace held two golden medallions—one reading “Catvis” and the other “Accomplice”. Emma swore she saw the cat smirk as he dropped the necklace in her lap.

A notion so absurd it bordered on ludicrous flitted into Emma’s head. She reached out her hand and patted the cat on his head. “Clavis, is that you?”

The cat practically pranced with joy. He head butted Emma’s hand, leaning into her touch, before jumping deftly onto her lap again, exposing his belly.

Emma shook her head in disbelief. “The things you do for attention are ridiculous Clavis.” The cat nipped Emma’s finger, causing her to pull her hand away. “Oh, excuse me. Do you prefer to be called Catvis while in this form?” Emma’s words were dripping in sarcasm, but the cat purred contently and licked the finger he bit.

Emma recalled the pharmacology book she glanced at earlier. “You were working on a polymorph potion, weren’t you?” Catvis beamed and extended his body so that he was standing on Emma’s lap, his front paws on her shoulders. He rubbed both sides of her cheeks affectionately.

“You really are ridiculous. Ridiculously amazing.” Catvis blinked, not expecting to hear that. “A polymorph potion has never been successfully made until now. A mere Chevalier would not—could not—think to do this.” Emma blushed at her words—expressing her honest feelings was easier with him in this form.

Catvis nuzzled against Emma’s face. He craved this attention, this affirmation. Needed it. Emma’s heart trembled at the realization. She held him in that standing pose in her lap for a while, letting her guard down. After a while, her eyes drifted to the bottle of blue liquid Clavis mentioned yesterday on a table. “We have to change you back eventually, you know. What ingredient is missing from your antidote?”

Catvis jumped back on the desk, finding a pen and fitting it into his mouth. With his head at an incredibly awkward angle, he wrote out two words on a piece of paper: Black rawhide.

“Wow, I can READ this!” Apparently, Clavis’ eighth wonder was legible handwriting without opposable thumbs. “There’s no rawhide here, so we’ll have to look for it. Come here, let me carry you as we search for some.”

Catvis went back to Emma’s lap, his head pushing the necklace into her hand. “I am NOT wearing a cat collar.” Catvis pouted. Emma felt a pang of guilt at his expression. “Well, maybe just this ONCE.”

A few moments later, Emma came out of the bedroom, with Catvis perched on her shoulders. As Emma walked down the palace stairs, she spied a familiar plume of fiery red hair.

“My Lady!” Cyran ran to Emma. “What news of our missing charge?”

“You’re not going to believe this.”

“Try me. Nothing about him surprises me anyone.”

“You MAY want to reconsider that statement.” Emma turned her shoulder and gestured to Catvis.

“I didn’t know you owned a cat.” Cyran sniffed loudly.

“WE own a cat. A very naughty one at that.” Emma smirked and bopped Catvis on his nose.

AAAAAAA-CHO!

“I’m highly allergic to cats. Especially naughty ones.” Cyran’s eyes watered. “So, no, I do NOT own a cat.”

Emma gestured to the “Catvis” button on her feline companion. “Actually, we do. Clavis created a polymorph potion and here are the results of THAT.” Catvis grinned broadly—it was a grin Cyran knew all too well.

Catvis’ ears twitched at a sound down a nearby hallway. He jumped off of Emma’s shoulders and sprinted away.

“Catvis, wait!” Emma began running after him, but Cyran erupted into a violent coughing fit, one so strong it made his cheeks blaze as red as his hair. A maid was tasked with fetching him a glass of water as Emma slapped his back.

“I-I’m fine!” Cyran collected his breath. “Were you serious when you said that cat was—“ A shriek from the maid carrying Cyran’s water interrupted the conversation. A furry purple and grey blur darted past her. Catvis ran up the stairs, carrying a black rawhide whip in his mouth. The whip crackled in the air as Catvis flew past Emma and Cyran. Sariel came bounding from the hallway, violet eyes narrowed with rage. “It is enough to have one Hellcat among us. I did not think we had a second living in the palace.”

Emma looked apologetically at Cyran, her hand pointing at Sariel. “Cyran, can you handle this?”

“I…do not get paid enough for these shenanigans, My Lady.” AAAAAAA-CHO!

“At least you get paid.”

…

With a piece of Sariel’s whip, the antidote was now complete and consumed by Catvis (he lapped the potion from Emma’s #1 worst cup). The antidote would take a few hours to be effective, so Emma laid down on Clavis’ couch, a blanket covering her legs and Catvis perched in his proper spot—between Emma’s thighs.

Emma couldn’t remember falling asleep, but she must have done so, for she woke up to the pre-dawn hours to a heavier weight on her body and something touching her face. Emma’s eyes slowly opened as she felt an arm—a human arm!—encircle her waist, and roaming hands caressing over her clothes.

“Ah, you’re awake my lovely lover. How wonderful.” Alluring golden eyes shone brightly in the darkened room as Clavis’ lips traced a trail down Emma’s neck.

“Hmmm,” Emma’s fingers carded through Clavis’ hair.

“Are you so delighted you’re at a loss for words? Cat got your tongue?” There was a purr to his voice as Clavis leaned forward and presented a cheek to be kissed.

A cheek was not enough. Emma pulled Clavis down for a kiss, her lips capturing his. “You’re an absolute cat-astrophe, darling.” As she pulled away, Emma’s quiet laughter tickled Clavis’ ear.

“But you’re my cat-astrophe. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#clavis lelouch #ikemen prince clavis #ikemen prince #ikemen prince chevalier #ikemen prince sariel #cyran rose #otome fanfic #ikepri #ikepri fanfic #fanfic fluff

[ikeromantic]

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

[cloudcountry]

GOING ON A BAKERY DATE WITH THEO

SUMMARY: theo "takes you out for a walk." (read: takes you out on a date to a bakery)

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: FIRST TIME WRITING FOR THEO!!! I HOPE I DO HIM JUSTICE </33 i havent even played his route oops

“stop drooling all over the place, hondje. if you were wagging your tail any harder you’d have knocked down the display outside.”

you decide to ignore theo’s jab. you’re much too focused on the delicious looking pastries and delicately crafted cakes and powdered sugar dusted treats to care about a silly nickname, no matter how affectionate it may be.

theo grabs your hand and tugs you up to the counter, a soft grin on his face that you almost miss. his grip is tender, even though a man like him seems so rough and oh, how you love him so, because he’s such a tease and such a hard worker and loves his brother and loves you and always does his best to protect you both, and he’s always putting his best foot forward and treating you so well and—

“what would you like?” he asks, and that's when you realize just how long you were probably zoned out, staring at him like he was the pastry you wanted from the menu.

oops.

the two of you place your orders and wait at a nearby table, with you occasionally kicking theo’s shoes and him kicking you back. you don’t know if he realizes it, but each time you kick him he smiles.

he’s adorable. you’re in love with him.

and that fact only becomes more clear when he scoops up your treats, handing you your order with a gentle smile on his face and a reminder not to drool over it.

you smack a kiss onto his cheek and thank him for taking you out, and you can tell it takes all of his restraint not to pull you close and kiss you the way he wants to.

you know him well enough to know he'll make up for it.

#wow 300 words EXACTLY #kat <3 #auburn talks ikevamp <3 #auburn's fics <3 #ikemen #ikevamp #ikevamp theo #ikemen vampire #ikevamp theo fluff #ikevamp theo x reader #ikevamp theodorus #ikevamp theodorus fluff #ikevamp theodorus x reader

[cottoncandy-cult]

Sengoku Babysitting

I used a wheel to determine which guys I'd write for~

Intro:

"So…Why do you have a stranger's kid?…" (Y/n)'s lover stared blankly at her; a singular eyebrow quirked as he watched how she cradled a sleeping child to her chest. "One of my friends amongst the seamstresses is having to babysit her nephew because her sister is ill, since I've already finished all my commissions I offered to watch him for her." She giggled, gently brushing her fingers over the child's chubby cheeks. Her lover seemed skeptical about toting a kid around the castle, but because of how much fun she seemed to be having he had been willing to just let it happen.

Shingen

The large male chuckled from where he sat next to (Y/n), sipping his tea as he watched his lover settle the baby in her lap so that he was sitting up with his back against her torso. She was currently entertaining the baby with a puppet his aunt had brought from home for him, she was so focused on the giggling baby that she hadn't noticed Shingen's loving stare. At first, he wasn't sure about having an infant in the castle, but (Y/n) had handled every moment like a champ. Even the infant's cries hadn't been enough to frazzle her, instead she went about soothing him with a smile. The scene was enough to make him think, he had been with (Y/n) for some time now and since they were officially married the next logical step was a family. It wasn't something he had put much thought into previously, but seeing his wife playing with and taking care of this baby was enough to have him confronting himself over his own thoughts and feelings of the future. Shingen didn't come out of these thoughts until (Y/n) moved to sit beside him, the little baby giggling happily as its tiny hand grabbed hold of his sleeve. With a warm smile and large gentle hands, Shingen lifted the baby up to his level. "Not even 3 years old and you're a lady killer, what are you parents gonna do with you?" The baby giggled loudly as Shingen gently bounced him up and down, (Y/n) taking the moment of freedom to snag a skewer of mochi and begin digging into her own snack. "He really is adorable; his parents must have amazing genetics." (Y/n) giggled, watching her husband play with the baby boy was she ate her snack. She couldn't help but focus on her lover's grinning face, she took a good hard look at his features as she did her best to imagine him as a baby. She'd be lying if she claimed to have never thought about having a family with him, many early mornings were spent getting ready together and wondering how things would change when they had a child of their own. She couldn't help but gaze at the love of her life, wondering what he had looked like as a baby. Given how big Shingen was, she was confident he was the chubbiest of babies. A thought that made her cheeks flush as she smiled, the thought of having a chubby baby just made her happy.

Of course, Shingen had similar thoughts, especially when they walked through the Castel town and the children would recognize his goddess. The way they get so excited, wanting nothing more than to play and talk with the woman he loved. Sometimes he found himself daydreaming, wondering when the day would come that he'd be looking up from his desk to find his dear wife nurse the fruit of their labors. He's already worked out a few designs for some baby furniture, wanting to make it himself so he knew it was made right. He and his wife had discussed the baby furniture of the future before, the things she described gave him a lot of inspiration. "He's quite small, I was almost afraid to hold him at first." Shingen chuckled, resting the little boy on his leg and gently bouncing him. The large man couldn't help but chuckle as the little boy squealed happily, tiny hands gripping Shingen's sleeves as he bounced comfortably. "i know, it's been so long since I last babysat. When I first saw him, I was almost surprised he wasn't smaller, I forget sometimes they aren't as small as dolls." She giggled, reaching over to gently brush her hand against the thin layer of hair on the little boy's head affectionately. "Perhaps it's my height, but all babies seem absolutely tiny to me." Shingen chuckled, watching her give the boy some affection as she ate. "Probably, you are bigger than most other grown men so I can only imagine how little he must look to you." She giggled, putting down her skewer as she moved closer to Shingen and leaned into his side. She wrapped her arms around one of his, her head resting on his shoulder as she closed her eyes with a soft smile. Shingen could only chuckle, the little boy leaning back against his chest as he seemed to finally tucker himself out. "Now that's a good idea…" Shingen's low voice rumbled in his chest as he spoke softly, gently shifting the little boy to rest in his arm. "Since you finished your snack, why not come here and join me for a nap. The weather is wonderful." Shingen opened his arm, leaning back against the wall as his dear wife smiled at him and shook her head in mock-shame. "I suppose a nap won't hurt." She moved closer to him, slipping under his arm now and snuggled into him as she rested her head on his chest. Shingen had the boy cradled on his lap, leaning against his torso comfortably. It didn't take long for (Y/n) to sleep, Shingen had stayed awake a bit longer though. He wanted to enjoy the sight of holding his lover like this, looking down on the boy and that was how he KNEW it was about damn time he spoke to his wife about starting their family.

Kanetsugu

Kanetsugu stood speaking before a crowd of other vassals, it was a pretty standard meeting so why were these men staring at the man of the house? Because sat on his hip as he spoke was a 3-year-old girl, she was awake but quite content with the gentle bouncing and the sound of Kanetsugu's voice. His wife had to run into town to buy some stuff, so he had offered to watch the little girl since he had nothing to do after this meeting was over with. The little girl had been absolutely smitten with Kanetsugu, lighting up every time she saw him in a way similar to how his wife seemed to brighten whenever he'd come home at the end of the day. It made Kanetsugu chuckle whenever he saw it, this little girl reminded him of both his wife and his younger siblings. He took great part in raising his siblings, he remembered when they were all little like this and those memories were quite dear to him. At the end of the meeting Kanetsugu made his way to the kitchen, paying no mind to the odd stares he got and the whispers that followed him down the hall. He wanted to get the little girl a snack, so he planned to fix her some peaches since they were soft and easy to eat. On his way there he noticed his lover on her way down the hall. She was coming from the direction of their room, meaning she had dropped off her shopping. The young woman's face lit up; he couldn't help but give a slight smile at how she rushed up to him with her own wide grin. "I take it the meeting is over? Thanks for watching her while I ran into town." (y/n) smiled, reaching out to playfully poke the little girl's side and listen to her giggle. They exchanged the little girl, who had smuggled into (Y/n)'s chest. No doubt the woman was a bit more comfortable to lay on, for obvious reasons. "I was on my way to the kitchen to get her a snack, so it's perfect timing on your part. It'll be easier than cutting a peach one handed." He gently took her hand, since getting married, he had begun doing this any time they were together. She was his wife, something he was proud of and more than willing to display. "Food sounds good, lunch should be coming round soon. So hopefully she'll be done eating before then and we can eat without too much trouble." (Y/n) smiled up at Kanetsugu, the little girl resting on her arm and curled against her chest. She was sucking on her thumb, content with the steady sway of the woman's walk cycle.

"Maybe if we're lucky we can put her down for a nap after her snack, she hasn't had one today yet so it's about that time anyways." Kanetsugu lead his lover to the kitchen, his free hand running through his own hair as he found his gaze wandering away from the sky as he took in the sight of his lover with her friend's baby. It was such a domestic sight, something that made an odd feeling stir in him. He had never actually thought about it in depth, he knew he wanted a family, but he had never put a whole lot of thought into it. But confronted with the glimpse before him, it was like something was stirring awake. He no longer just wanted a family with her, he needed one. The thought of having evidence of their love made his heart speed up, a sort of primal shift growing inside of him at the thought of her having his child. It wasn't just animalistic desire though; his protective instinct was starting to twitch awake. To have a family with his wife, that would truly be his peace. It was like a new goal came into focus; one he couldn't wait to discuss with her later once the little girl had gone home with her mother for the night. So, for now he had to settle for gently squeezing her hand, giving her a fond gaze as he watched her talk about her experience at the market. When her gaze suddenly caught his, he leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Leaving her flustered as he released her hand and stepped through the threshold and into the kitchen. She stood at the doorway, watching him with curiosity as she failed to fight the love-struck smile that crossed her face when watching the man, she loved prepare food for the little girl in their care.

Motonari

Motonari watched his wife with a grumpy pout, on her lap was a 4-year-old that had proven to be the bane of this man's existence. This little boy would not accept anyone but her, and God forbid Motonari be allowed to hug or touch his wife. The boy didn't throw a hissy fit, oh no, worse yet the little boy would hold his palm out to Motonari with a firm but docile "No." With the most expressionless stare Motonari has seen in his life, he hadn't been able to so much as hug his wife with this little boy around. The kid refused to be held by anyone else, he was always giving Motonari such a blank faced stare and it never failed to make the man laugh out of mild frustration. The more he thought about it, the more ridiculous he felt. He was competing with a kid for his wife, and it wasn't even his kid. At the end of the day, this kid goes home with someone else, so there is NO competition. Each time Motonari reminded himself of this, rolling his eyes at the jealous side that was near desperate to hold her hand. Though there was some odd part of him that was satisfied with watching his wife interact with this little boy, even when he was fussy, she was calm as can be when handling him. Plus, there was the pride he took in having a wife so loved by so many people, she was the prize jewel out of all his treasures. Currently the two were waiting for the little boy's aunt, (Y/n)'s friend, to come and pick up the little boy for the night. The sun was an hour or two from setting, and he was doing his best to be patient as he had a staring contest with the little boy. At least until the child reached out to him, making a grabby motion that had (Y/n) lighting up. "Aw, he wants you to hold him!" She was excited, moving closer to Motonari, who for just a moment was panicking, he did not have a plan for this particular option. So he had let his wife lead him into holding the little boy on his lap, the boy sat with his back to Motonari's chest. His little head was leaned back on Motonari's collarbone, he still had one hand holding onto (Y/n)'s finger so she had to sit against Motonari's side. Seizing his chance, he slid his free arm around her waist as his other was draped over the boy's stomach to keep him steady.

"I guess you respecting his boundaries earned his trust, that's so sweet." She smiled brightly, nuzzling Motonari's shoulder in a way that never ceased to make him melt inside. This was a situation he had never imagined in his life, the male having never actually thought about having kids of his own. Sure, he knew kids existed, but he never thought about HIS kids existing. This whole situation felt so surreal, looking down at his lover and this child no longer felt real. All of a sudden it felt dreamlike, as if he was discovering something for the first time. A wide array of emotions overwhelmed him, from a strange anxiety to what could only be described as an intense contentment. He had come a long way from the person he was when he and his wife first met, but even still to have such a large discovery out of nowhere was almost startling. He hadn't felt like this since he first realized he truly loved his wife; it was a feeling that could be described with the word emotion. It was so much at once, and yet he felt calm in an odd way. His face was flaming, silently staring at his lover as he processed everything. Of course she had noticed his stare, she had trying speaking to him, but he never responded and now she was simply flustered by the look he was giving her. It was almost innocent, the flustered look mixed with confusion and surprise. Leaning forward she placed a gentle kiss to the tip of his nose, suddenly bursting the bubble he had previously been absorbed in. It took every ounce of self-control in him not to jump, he had already embarrassed himself enough today. The hand that had been around her waist came up, pulling her close and tucking her head into the crook of his neck as he tried to hide his flustered state. These new realizations had him feeling energized in an odd way, he simply had to have her close right now. He knew the look on his face was probably quite out of character for him, and he was embarrassed to admit how little control he actually had over his current behavior. He wanted to hide his emotional state, and what better way to do that then basking in the affection and the touch of his wife that he had wanted all day. Once the boy was returned, he planned to spend the rest of the day and night with his wife in their room. He wanted only her presence, only her voice and scent. Only her.

Masamune

(Y/n) currently sat at a banquet between her boss Nobunaga and her lover Masamune, across from her was Mitsuhide and Hideyoshi. Meanwhile in her lap was a 1-one-year old little girl, the niece of a friend that was taking care of her sister until the woman's husband got home from work. Because of that (Y/n) had brought the baby to the banquet, it was fairly late, and the baby was full from where (Y/n) had taken the baby home long enough to eat and give the mom a chance to see her. The little girl had been quite content after eating, and so now she was happily babbling away at Keiji while Masamune fed his wife a bit of rice. "I shouldn't be surprised you volunteered for such a task; you always do manage to find the most amusing situations." Mitsuhide chuckled from across the woman, drinking some sake and letting a servant refill it. "She was a little fussy at first, but once she got comfortable with us it got a bit easier. Her aunt should be back to get her soon. She's just waiting for the woman's husband to come home to take care of his wife." Masamune chuckled, sitting close to his lover's side as he'd raise bites for her to take and fed her her meal before he had even touched his. He had spent most the day doing paperwork, which left (Y/n) to bear the brunt of the child's care. He wanted to give her a small break and help out now that he wasn't busy, plus he had been wanting to give her some love all day. She was just too cute, playing with and fawning over the baby girl currently in her arms. Looking at the little girl he could admit she was cute, but he just knew their baby would be even cuter. If he had a little girl that looked just like his wife, he'd be over the moon. In truth he wanted a larger family, something he and his lover had discussed many times. They want quite a few children; they hadn't really been trying for kids as of late but also hadn't been avoiding it either. But today made him feel it was time, seeing the way she cared for the little girl, even when she screamed and cried, had reaffirmed in him that they could do this, and it was about time to take the first steps officially.

Once his wife had finished her food he had set the chopsticks down, using one hand to hold one of her own as the other brought his cup of tea up to his lips so he could take a sip. "It seems so natural; I was worried you'd struggle with her when I first saw you in the halls this morning. But you seem to have everything under control." Hideyoshi smiled, taking a bite of some roasted vegetables while observing the baby girl in his friend's lap. Despite all the noise she almost seemed ready to fall asleep, the group laughing at how her tiny head bobbed before she finally gave up and completely rested across the woman's lap as her haori functioned as a makeshift cover. "I won't lie it was hard to be calm sometimes, but I eventually found a good rhythm for cycling through what she wanted or needed until I could find what I needed. Then it just kinda got easier to tell what she was wanting, plus after visiting her mom to drink her fill she's been quite content and a lot less fussy." (Y/n) giggled, gently rubbing the baby's stomach with her free hand. She watched the baby sleep with a fond gaze, her mind wandering to places that her observant friends could easily predict. For Nobunaga, Mitsuhide, and Hideyoshi; it was the same look Masamune got any time they noticed him watching her interact with the little girl. Oh yes, they knew it was only a matter of time before they had children running about the castle whenever the pair would come to visit from Aoba. "Well, at least you'll have practice for when you and Lord Masamune have a child. It'll be quite the sight to see." Mitsunari spoke openly with a fond smile on his face, and as flustered as it made her, (Y/n) couldn't fight the smile she felt forming on her face. She'd be lying if she said taking care of the little girl made her wonder how things would be when they DID have their own child, she'd love to have a little boy that looked just like her husband. Though she had known for a while she wants more than one child, as aware as she is of what childbirth is like in this era she wouldn't miss the chance to have the family she desires with the man she loves. "You guys will be the first we tell when I fall pregnant, I promise Mitsunari." She giggled some, at least until she felt Masamune's arm wrap around her waist. "It'll be more than that, we'll be staying here during your pregnancy that way I can be sure of your safety. Plus, Ieyasu will be a boon to have on standby." The blonde let out an indignant snort but said nothing back. The fussy blonde being surprisingly quiet about Masamune's desire to have him care for Hime in such a state, and none of the other warlords seemed bothered at the idea of a pregnant woman waddling around the castle. Something that both embarrassed (Y/n) and made her feel overjoyed, as she knew she had everyone's support when it came time for this new step in her life.

Kenshin

Everyone stared intently at the trio during a war council, sitting in his usual place was Kenshin. And as per usual, he was the one making a scene. In his lap sat his wife, odd but not entirely unexpected. And then on her lap was a little boy, a 4-year-old she had volunteered to watch during the day for her friend who was caring for an ill family member. The group had been stuck at the hip since the little boy's arrival, though at first Kenshin had been a little jealous and that had been why he was being more openly affectionate than usual. But it was less than 2 hours before his reasoning shifted, some part of him deeply enjoyed watching his wife happily interact with the child. He had thought about having a family with her for many years, even before they had married. Though he had yet to put his desires into words, he didn't want to pressure her and had originally decided he'd just wait for her to approach him when she was ready. But now, while Kanetsugu went over his report for his recent observation mission, Kenshin wanted nothing more than a way to bring up his desires without pressuring his love. Starting a family was a big deal after all, he didn't want her to force herself into something she isn't ready for just to try and please him. Kenshin was staring off into the distance, his chin resting on the top of his lover's head while the little boy in her lap played with a stuffed animal. His vassals watched, absolutely astonished. Even Shingen was quite intrigued with his friend's behavior, meanwhile Kanetsugu could feel his eye twitching as he figured out long ago his Lord was barely listening, and they'd probably have to talk about this again later. Of course (Y/n) wasn't dumb, she could tell what everyone was thinking, and she did kind of feel bad for Kanetsugu. Before Kanetsugu left for his mission Kenshin had the Fearsome God of war, when he returned however he was Kenshin Lord of the bunnies. Sure, he still went to war, but he had changed in many ways. Kanetsugu could recognize the good, but he often found himself surprised at how (Y/n) brought out a childlike behavior in Kenshin.

Sometimes it made Kanetsugu want to laugh, but when his Lord is just blank face no thought staring at him in the middle of a war council, he wanted to throw something. Not that he actually would. He tried to soothe himself by observing his Lord's situation while he spoke, knowing that at least Shingen, Yukimura and Sasuke were listening. From the outside, you'd almost think they were a family. A thought that did calm the white-haired male's irritation, his Lord seemed so content. Kenshin was always quite happy when he had (Y/n) in his lap, but the addition of the child seemed to bring something out of the male. Kanetsugu didn't miss how his lord had gently pulled his wife closer, the blonde man's hand occasionally coming up to pet the little boy on the head absent mindedly. It only further reassured Kanetsugu's expectation that this is likely going to be the future, he wasn't quite sure how he was gonna handle this, but he was sure it was going to involve late night drinks with a recap of the war council. By the time Kanetsugu had come to this conclusion he had finished his explanation of the survey he had been sent on, and as he stepped back to return to his previous seat Kenshin seemed to realize that everything was over. On the outside Kenshin seemed somewhat normal, but Kanetsugu could see the slight surprise in his lord's features upon realizing he had missed the entire council. "I see, I do have a few questions, but we can discuss those later. Is there anything else that needs to be discussed?" Kenshin gazed around the room, wanting to make sure there wasn't anything left to discuss before he dismissed the meeting. When it was concluded that there was nothing else to talk about, Kenshin released everyone to go back to their daily duties. "It's almost time for lunch Kenshin, did you want to go out to eat? The weather has been nice the past few days." (Y/n) smiled, leaning back so that she rested against his chest. Her head leaned back against his shoulder, and she pressed a kiss to his cheek with a warm smile. After the door had been closed and everyone left, she let the little boy up so that he could explore the room a bit. Where the two adults sat, they could see every corner of the room and could easily monitor him. "Sure, we can make a date of it. The little one won't notice, and we can stop by a tea house for dessert after if you want." Though Kenshin didn't really like sweets, he still enjoyed the tea house atmosphere while he watched her enjoy her desserts. "You know me too well." She giggled, pressing another kiss to his cheek as they spent a few quiet moments in each other's arms. Watching over the little boy in front of them, both having only the thought of discussing family with each other at the end of the night.

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