#ikemen prince fanfic

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❝ 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓 ❞

╰┈➤ 💜 Clavis seduces Emma in a bunny suit so she can finally pop his cherry.

Clavis Lelouch x Emma • rating: E (MDNI) • tags:Bunny Suits; Bunny Ears; bunny tail; that one Clavis card; Virginity; Virginity Kink; Making Out; Sloppy Makeouts; Dom!Emma; sub!Clavis; Femdom; Neck Kissing; Biting; Groping; Premature Ejaculation; Coming Untouched; Coming In Pants • wordcount: 1,495 • masterlist

"Welcome home, Emma. I've been waiting for you."

The wave of shock that washes over Emma's being brings forth an unmistakable familiar and dangerous warmth that traverses from her cheeks straight down to her nethers. It doesn't leave her time to breathe, to think, yet the words still manage their way out.

"Clavis, what are you wearing?"

Hand still on the doorknob, Emma's eyes are cast down low, at the figure kneeling on the floor. Clavis' tall, slender form is clad in a tight suit, squeezing his flesh in all the right places. Clavis lowers his head as if desperate to rub himself all over her legs, showing the joy of a domesticated animal welcoming his owner home, and in the act, a pair of long faux ears brush past Emma's frame. From the position he's taking on the floor, she can see the star of the outfit - an obscene protrusion on his rear, white and fluffy. A bunny tail.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm your little bunny in heat. I'm beginning you to finally, finally take me."

Emma's blood runs hot, fingers curling inwards until she can feel her own nails dig into the inside of her palm. It emphasizes their positions on the spot. She has claws, and Clavis is soft, pliant, vulnerable, practically begging. She can do whatever she wishes with him.

His methods of seduction are an incitement to riot, as she barely needs stimulus to desire him. Yet Clavis puts on so much effort for her. He moves his body alluringly in a way he's never done for anyone; he gazes at her in a way he's never gazed at anyone. The littlest things about him are enough, all those things he doesn't even suspect are erotic, so how is she to endure the current situation?

"On the bed, Clavis."

The man on his knees smirks as he obediently bows, turning around to comply with her wish. Emma's eyes follow his rump. Of course they do. He gives her so much to look at.

She'll have to give that tail a little squeeze later.

Emma follows him to the bed and climbs up, signaling for Clavis to come closer. He sits on the place between her legs, leaning slightly backward as he props himself up with a hand, chest puffed out. Ready for her next move.

Emma reaches two greedy hands to grasp his waist, and she pulls him in closer, letting his scent engulf her completely. Has he always had such a perfect waist? It's not tiny enough for her hands to properly enwrap it, but rather just enough to desperately try to tighten her hands enough to fit more.

"Kiss me, Clavis. You know how to do this much, right?"

Way better than a virgin does, she refrains from adding, for the sake of her own composure. They've made out before, but never took the next step. The amount of heated kisses they'd shared had been enough to see Clavis become bold and risqué in his need for more, often kissing her breathless. The bulge in his pants has always been alluring but it's never been quite the time or the place. Partly because Clavis has a penchant for being at the wrong time, in the wrong place.

His lips are now planted against her own, and he already begins with his game. No time for lovey-dovey kisses, even if they're to his liking as well. His tongue slips between Emma's parted lips, making his way in, provoking her. It turns her rasped breaths into moans, and she doesn't mind it even this early on. If she's being vocal, he'll start being vocal too. For the time being, she lets him lead the kiss. It's almost like he shows what he wants to be done to him in return, she thinks. Although he's a gentleman through and through. His demonstration simply can't be as true to his desires.

He withdraws, and keeps his mouth open, tongue poking out. Emma doesn't wait for the thin thread of saliva between them to break; as long as he took a breath he should be fine for continuing where they left. It's like they never stopped the kiss that way.

She takes it easy on him when she takes the lead, dragging her tongue on his plump lower lip as if asking for entrance. It humiliates him a little, as if they're still not past this stage, as if he needs that - but strangely it's only lust he feels as a response. He answers properly to the gesture, obediently parting his lips to be penetrated, and Emma slips her tongue in.

"Nngn…"

Emma takes notes of all the little things that push Clavis' buttons; like curving her tongue to caress the underside of his tongue, or withdrawing to scare him with a too-early end of the kiss. She wants to learn more and more about how he wants to be kissed, touched, loved.

"Haah… haha.. You can get more handy than that, Emma."

He needn't say more. Emma's hands move from where they've held Clavis' waist, leaving unmistakable warmth behind as their imprints, and they travel up his back. Emma traverses it with hands alone from one side to the other, measuring him up, taking note of the hard places of him just like the soft ones, following the curves of his shoulders, the dips of the junction between them and his neck. It's an endearing gesture, until she cards her fingers through the short purple hair on the back of his head, upwards, taking both of his sleek black bunny ears in her grasp.

He doesn't feel the tug in the way an actual appendix would, of course, but his groan is sincere, and the action successfully makes him tilt his head back to reveal his slender neck.

Emma leaches on it, her glistening lips wetting his neck as she sinks her teeth into the column of his neck. He's so weak to neck kisses, she can practically feel him get hard where they're pressed body to body.

Leaving only one hand on his head, she lets the other one get playful and travel back down. The moment she's past the leather of his belt, Clavis' body rocks forward, and his rear lifts off the bed. He's on his knees now, between Emma's parted legs, arms snaking around her shoulders for support as she keeps kissing and nibbling at his neck.

With his behind now in full reach, Emma gets bolder, squeezing and groping his rump, the back of his thighs, and finally his fluffy white tail. It makes a little wicked smile bloom on her face. She lacks all of those adorable assets, yet Clavis sees her as his little bunny. She understands now, both the endearment and the lust behind it. Though it's a little scary that they've both become like that - with carnivores and prey it's quite linear. They devour until they're sated. With rabbits, well, Emma knows what people say about rabbits.

Clavis moans now, open and vulgar, and each vocalization of his arousal makes his Adam's apple move where Emma can feel it under her lips. It makes her see hot-white behind her eyelids that fell closed amidst it all. She wants to be locked in that tango forever; to see how Clavis gets worse and worse, until they finally cross that line, to take and take from each other until there's nothing they haven't done to the other.

"Ahh-- Nghh!" Clavis' head trashes, and it makes Emma's sucking at his skin a little difficult as her lips begin to miss their target. She makes him stay in place again, nails biting on the fabric of his suit, pressing him closer to her. His moans become hopeless now, and she feels proud of herself, just a tad curious which part made him like this. Clavis riots in his flesh restraints again, though he can easily remove himself from her grasp with his strength alone. She lets him have his breath, letting go and catching a glimpse of his face that she began to miss.

He's a mess, cheeks flushed red, hair disheveled, and faux ears askew and flopping to the side. Although he pants heavily, he finds it in himself to smirk. It's a rather mischievous one; not the kind to signal achievement of his goal but rather that he's done something forbidden.

"Nnnh…You handled your bunny a little too rough and he creamed his pants."

Eyes widening, Emma feels a fresh wave of arousal wash over her as the words sink in. She's stunned, a little guilty, a little curious… but as her gaze shamelessly shifts to his trousers to see a little wet spot on the front of his still-tented crouch, she's sure she's never seen anything more erotic in her life. She wets her lips to speak up.

"Looks like my little bunny in heat will stay a virgin for a little longer."

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"Oh?" Sariel said amusingly to the cold blonde prince, "I figured you two would get along nicely, seein as (y/n) is the author of one of your favorite books." Chevalier paused, eyes widening slightly in shock before going reverting back to normal cold stare.

"Oh!" You chirped up, "you've read my books? which one is your favorite?" You chuckled excitingly, not getting much of a reaction out of the brutal beast.

"I was not aware you were an author," Chev said, looking at you, "Be that is it may; You do not seem to conduct yourself the way you write." You scrunched your nose together and pursed your lips.

"Ouch," You chuckled, "What a backhanded compliment, thank you."

"Huh?" Luke chimed in with a tilted head, "But when looking into your background your name wasn't anywhere linked to any sort of author," He pointed out, a smile of admiration playing on his features. You shrugged before teasingly responding, "Haven't you heard of a pen name?" Raising an impressed eyebrow, Noktos lips curled up in a sly smile. "Oh? You'll have to tell me what it is, so I can read it myself, I would love to see what our precious Belle can do. Do you have a copy with you?"

Clavis roared out in laughter, pulling a very familiar book from behind his back, handing it over to Nokto. Where had he gotten that? Nobody knows, and never will, I suppose.

"I had already known of your writing endeavors!" He boasted, "Yours truly even took a read. Although, I fear your story lacks a very distinct amount of fun..."

Silvio, who was also listening in, decided to take the liberty of snatching the book out of Noktos hand, asking what only any businessman would ask.

"So...how much of a profit have ya made off of your books?" He studied it dubiously in hand, feeling the grooves of the spine and quality of the pages, "You must be pretty well off if it's considered the 'brutal beasts' favorites." With a haughty smile, he naturally threw in, "If I like it enough, I might even invest in it, if you'll make a deal with me, I'll be sure all of Benetoite knows your name, lady." Sighing slightly you gave him a side glance before rolling your eyes.

"I make enough to be content. what matters is that others enjoy my writing, not how much I make off of it." You replied bluntly. Silvio only scoffed before keith also gave his two cents, holding out his hand for Silvio to hand him your book. With a startled look, his eyes lit up in excitement.

"I've read this book! you wrote it? I'm a huge fan of all of your works, the way you write is so mesmerizing it's difficult to put it down! Would you mind uh- ah..." He stopped himself with a blush tainting his cheeks, "I'm sorry! You must not like being bombarded with all of my questions. I-" You interrupted Keith with a hearty chuckle.

"Don't worry Keith, let's have tea and sweets sometime and you can ask me all you want." You threw a side glance at Chevalier, "You're welcome to join as well, Prince Chevalier." He glanced up from his paperwork in hand only for a mere second, enough for you to understand he heard what you had suggested.

"Ah-" Keith started as Gilberts hand snaked from behind and snatched the book out of his hand, flipping the book to it's back to read the synopsis. He looked up at you with his piercing red eye, his smile unwavering as he tucked the hardcover under his arm.

"A noblewoman writing a book in an alias," He hummed, "I believe any other would like their name to be well known, to bring up their family name and increase the likelihood of their popularity," You froze in place and glanced around the room for an awkward moment, trying to think of some excuse to tell the Obsidianite prince. After a moment of silence, he let out a low giggle, turning on his heel and heading out the door.

"I'm only teasing, little rabbit. Thank you for the book, I sincerely hope you do not disappoint. After all, if he (chev) likes it, surely it must have its merits. I will find you when I'm done, I want to join in on your little tea party to discuss my thoughts as well." You sucked in your breath as he left the room, your pursed lips coming apart with a 'pop!'.

"Well," You chuckled nervously, grabbing the drink Silvio had graced you with and lifting it in the air before downing the contents, "Here's to hoping he likes the book!"

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Day 3 of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Licht Klein

wc: 2,5k

warnings: angry/jealous sex, dirty talk, manhandling, marking/biting, dacryphilia, overstimulation, creampie, breading, female bodied reader

prompts: angry sex, "It can wait, I want you now."

mdni banner by the lovely @/saradika

For more content like this, check the masterlist <3

“So I told them-”

Licht nods, features set in their usual neutral impartiality as he listens to the nobleman in front of him; or rather, tries to. For concentrating on anything the man has to say proves to be excruciatingly difficult when his mind constantly strays over to you, crimson eyes aching to search the maze of guests for your form. 

The two of you had been invited to a ball at the duke's mansion, who was known through all of Rhodolite for his garish festivities and exceptional qualities as a host, and indeed, his reputation held true to reality. 

The glittering crystals of a chandelier catch the light and shower the room in shadows of gold. Long tables line the ornate walls, piled high with all kinds of delicacies and flowing with rose wine. And an orchestra sits at the back of the room, playing a merry tune as couples dance in the spotlights in a concerto of steps and a blur of coloured silks. 

Guests had taken their best attire out of their closet for the occasion, glittering rivers of diamonds, bright coloured dresses and ties, new polished shoes and intricate hair ornaments. 

Yet, nothing in the room earns Licht’s fancy, who desperately yearns to be back at your side, to hold your hand and bathe in your comforting presence. 

The ballroom is vast and crowded with luxuries, as well as the members of Rhodolite's high society. Even so, Licht knows it would take but an instant for him to find you, a tug at his centre pulling him to you. An instinct that never fails to inform him of your whereabouts. A call for home. 

A home he can’t wait to go back to once his princely duties free him from this conversation. 

“See Prince Licht, I would love to-“ The man continues, but his words blur in the background and the world goes still around Licht as he finally catches sight of you. 

His heart skips a beat as your eyes meet his, warm as you beam at him, seemingly on your way to the rose garden. And his lips twitch with the hint of a loving smile, his chest too full with tender affection. It just has to spill out through his gaze in soft exchanged gazes. 

Happiness swells in his ribcage at the sight of your attire, a form fitting dress that hugs your waist and dips to your hips before falling in a drape of silk to the floor. He had made sure the colours of his suit matched the shades of your dress. 

Though his favourite part isn’t the dress, but the pleasure of removing it for you later on, pressing gentle kisses to your shoulder as he slips the straps down, then proceeding to gently pull the fabric down your curves and-

No. 

Not now. I cannot be distracted by such thoughts in public. 

Sometimes he wonders if you are aware of the effect you have on him, how easily it is for you to turn him into a being of primal needs and sinful thoughts. How powerless he is in your hands. 

His hands ball into fists, knuckles turning white as he tries to keep his unwanted thoughts at bay. Still he aches to take a step towards you, to join you outside for some peace and quiet, to loop his arms around your waist and hold you close under the twinkling stars. 

But he can’t, so he bears with the heavy emptiness that settles in his chest as you exit the room. Counting the seconds that separate him from you, seconds that feel like years. 

Until the bells of your golden laugh reach his ears from the garden and through the ambient noise in the room. And before he knows it, his legs are moving on their own, called by the mesmerizing sound that never fails to make his heart flutter with wings of wonder. 

“Prince Licht-” The man starts, interrupted by Licht’s raised hand. A gesture that commands silence. 

“Excuse me for a moment.” His voice is flat, betraying nothing of the loud thrumming of his heart and the blood rushing in his veins as he makes a beeline for the rose garden. 

He steps outside, the cold air biting at the heat on his cheeks as his eyes fall on you, light embarrassment dusting your features as you laugh at something a young nobleman had presumably just said. 

His chest tightens as your lips curve in a sweet smile,  not for him, but for another man. Another man who had just made you laugh effortlessly. The tendrils of something dark spread over his heart, the green monster of envy taking over his better judgment. 

He takes a step forward. 

“I was searching for you.” He almost jumps out of his skin at the sound of his own voice, words that spilled from his lips before he could process them. Still it didn’t matter, this got your attention. And relief floods his veins as your eyes light up with excitement as you turn to him. 

“Prince Licht!” You exclaim, and pain needles at his chest as his title coats his tongue in a bitter taste. Still, you distance yourself from the unknown man, unaware of the veil of disappointment that crosses his features. Licht certainly does not miss it, though. And he hates it. “Can I present to you-”

“I need you to come with me.” He says, cutting through your own sentence. His heart squeezes painfully at this realization. Never does he ever speak over you, and you must have seen something was wrong because your sweet smile falters. 

I am sorry, there is just no way I am leaving you alone with this man. 

His gloved hand finds yours, his thumb tracing gentle circles over the top, a gesture he knows you will recognise. Something you do to reassure him. He only hopes this serves to calm your nerves and inform you that nothing is wrong, that he loves you and that you are not the problem. 

“There is someone I want you to meet.” He continues, pressing a soft featherlight kiss to your cheek. Both to calm his racing heart and to send this stranger a message, as your matching attire apparently hadn’t been clear enough of a signal. 

Step away. 

You don’t know what caused such a drastic change in your lover’s attitude, but you nod, letting him lead you back inside and through the maze of guests, straight out of the ballroom and out into the dark corridors of the duke’s mansion. 

The large doors close behind you, the festivity and its concert now nothing more but a whisper in your ears, growing quieter and quieter as the two of you make your way farther down the hall and up a flight of stairs. 

You glance at your surroundings, curiosity tugging at your consciousness as you continue to follow Licht, until the two of you stop right in front of your shared bedroom door. 

“Licht?” You say in a quiet voice, eyeing the closed door, “I thought you wanted to introduce me to someone?” 

A heavy sigh falls from his lips. He knows he shouldn’t have lied to you, but the words left his mouth before he could think twice about it. Guilt crawls over his shoulders at the sight of your worry infused features. 

He just had to take you away, to take you far away from this man, or his heart might have burst. He cannot quite proceed what went through him, what haunts his heart and thoughts at the moment. 

But the sight of you laughing and smiling at another man was unbearable. Had him questioning everything, had him scared and insecure. And in depserate need of your touch, of your scent, of your warmth, of you. 

“I am sorry.” He whispers, a gentle hand stroking your cheek before tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. His heart melts as you place your hand over his, nuzzling in his touch. He leans down, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your lips. “It can wait, I must have you now.” 

Your answer dies in your throat as soft lips meet yours in an hungry kiss that has you staggering back against the door and has warmth pooling at your core. Your arms wrap around his neck, holding onto him for support as his hands tear at the fabric of your dress. 

“Licht-” You call between greedy kisses that steal the air from your lungs, desire flaring inside of you as he trails open mouthed kisses down the column of your throat and along your collarbones, teeth raking over your skin and sending delicious shivers up your spine. 

“I can’t wait anymore.” He says, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you over to the bed before letting you down gently on the sheets. 

You have no time to catch your breath before he climbs over you, face buried in the crook of your nape, a yelp coming from your lips as his teeth sink in your skin. Pleasurable pain soothed by kitten licks and his knee nudging at the sweet spot between your thighs. 

“You are mine.” He groans against your skin, taking in your scent as his hands roam down your sides, taking down the fabric of your dress with it. The cool air nipping at your exposed skin doing nothing to tame the roaring flames of your desire, your core begging for him to fill the aching emptiness inside of you. 

Fortunately you don’t have to wait for long, Licht’s hands settle at your hips, flipping you on the bed and spreading your legs for him. And although your sweet boyfriend’s touch isn’t usually this rough, you certainly don’t complain about the change of pace and the glimpse of something wild you catch in his gaze.  

“Arch your back for me.” He says, and you do as told, lying your front on the sheets and sticking your ass up in the air, bending like a bow for him. A shiver of anticipation coursing through your nerves as you hear the distinctive clink of metal and the ruffling of clothes. 

You suck in a breath as the tip of his length prods at your entrance, teasingly rubbing over your clit and collecting your honey. Even now, Licht remains the considerate and loving partner, making sure you are well prepared for what is to come next. 

“Could he make you wet like I do?” His question catches you off guard, any thought melting from your mind as his fingers dip in the buttery skin of your hips  and his cock slowly sinks between your folds. 

A high pitched moan stumbles from your lips, your walls stretching out for him as he pushes in deeper. Tears gather at your lashes, both from pain and pleasure of it hurting too good. 

He halts midway, giving you time to adjust to his size and collect your bearings, hopefully enough for you to answer his question. Licht knows he is big, knows that the first few thrusts always mix pleasure and pain as he stretches you out to accommodate him. 

He also knows you like being full, and that nothing fills you up as much as his cock.

“Could he make you wet like I do?” He repeats in a low voice, bending down over you to whisper in your ear, “Could he fill you up like I do?” 

The dots connect in your head, putting two and two together as you make sense of his words. He was jealous. Of a stranger. And although a part of you feels sorry for your lover, another part is much more eager to suffer the consequences of such dark emotions brewing inside of him. 

“No-No!” You cry out, fisting the sheets at your head, “Only you, Licht- Unhg!” 

A soft smile spreads over his lips, a quiet groan rumbling in his chest as he pushes himself all the way in, brows furrowing as you clamp down around him. Tight and warm. And he’d like to think this is the only reassurance he needs, the only thing he needs for his heart to finally rest at ease in his chest. 

Unfortunately for you, that is not the case. And he wishes he could be sorry for the long night that awaits you, but he can’t, not when you seem to enjoy it and certainly not when you beg for him to move and make you his. 

His thrusts start slow and steady, building up rhythm until each snap of his hips against yours has you holding onto the sheets to ground yourself. Until your eyes cross at the back of your head and unabashed moans fall from your lips. 

“Good- Ungh- Keep making these noises.” He grunts, nails digging in your skin in crescent moons as he pushes deeper inside of you, repeatedly hitting the spot he knows has your toes curling. “Don’t hold back- Scream- Hng- Scream for me.” 

You do, unable to keep quiet, not when one of his hands dive between your thighs to flick his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. Not when he stretches you out so good and has reality collapsing around you. 

Pleasure crashes over you, merciless and destructive as you crumble under its weight. Waves of radiating warmth spread from your core to every nerve ending as the coil of your high snaps. 

Licht’s rhythm falters, the telltale signs of his own release coursing through his veins as he buries his length all the way up between your folds, sheathing his release deep inside of you where he knows it will stay. 

He doesn’t plan on stopping anytime soon though, using your own juice and his as fuel for the next rounds. 

“Hu-Ungh! Keep-Keep going!” Your broken cries for more only encourage him to pick up the pace once again, pumping his seed right back inside of your awaiting hole. Until another release washes over you, and another, and another, and another. 

Until he has made sure nothing but his name remains in your mind, nothing but his name falls from your tongue. And until he has made sure his cum would stay warm and nice inside of you. 

Until the Sun rises in the horizon and its golden light filters in through the blinds. Only then, does he tuck you under the covers, gentle fingers brushing away strands of hair from your matted forehead. 

And in spite of his extreme fear of being a parent, a stronger part of him finds himself daydreaming about a part of him growing inside of you, about a small family of your own. About a blissful future filled with love and laughter. 

“I love you.” You murmur quietly through the hazy clouds of sleep, his heart swelling at your words. 

He presses a kiss to your temple, collecting you in his arms as he lies behind you, an arm around your waist. And two fingers buried between your folds to keep his cum inside of you, nice and warm.

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Ikémen Prince Gift Exchange Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who chose to participate in this event and helped make it a success! Everyone is so talented, and I am in awe of all of you <3 Going through all your pieces have been truly enjoyable and I've loved every minute of it!

Prove It To Me | Jin Grandet x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for xxsycamore

They Say Distance Makes The Heart Grow Fonder | Nokto Klein x Emma (MC) | by @xxsycamore for nightghoul381

Unaccepted Together | Clavis Lelouch x Reader | by @nightghoul381 for scummy-writes

Autumn Daze | Gilbert Von Obsidian x MC | by @scummy-writes for daegupaksu

A Starry Tryst (Artwork) | Nokto Klein x Noele (OC) | by @daegupaksu for drachonia

Sea at Sunrise (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x MC | by @drachonia for nightghoul381

Bookmarked Dialogue | Keith Howell x Julie (OC) | by @ikemenlibrary for queengiuliettafirstlady

The Gentle Stag Rewrites The Stars | Keith Howell x MC | by @queengiuliettafirstlady for ridiculouslly-ridiculous

Princess Picnic Pick Me Up | Rio Ortiz, Clavis Lelouch, Silvio Ricci, Gilbert Von Obsidian, MC | by @ridiculouslly-ridiculous for misty-moth

Peter Clavis and the Lost Boys (Artwork) | Clavis Lelouch, Nokto Klein, Luke Randolph | by @misty-moth for pondlilies00

Take a Rest (Artwork) | Sariel Noir x MC | by @pondlilies00 for alydra (bluejay-writes)

This is fine. | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @bluejay-writes for randonauticrap

Ember Glows the Heart | Leon Dompteur x MC/Reader | by @randonauticrap for myonlyjknight

A Clavish Day Off | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @myonlyjknight for claviscollections

Petrichor | Yves Kloss x MC/Reader | by @claviscollections for pillowpillowillow

The Voyager Prince (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci | by @pillowpillowillo for aquilapolariz

In Business, In Life | Silvio Ricci x Hyacinth (OC) | by @aquilapolariz for tacogawa

La Belle et la Bête (Artwork) | Leon Dompteur x MC | by @tacogawa for kokorokai

The Tyrant's New Wife (Artwork) | Silvio Ricci x Airin D'Avalos (OC) | by @kokorokai for airin-queenz

Chilly Morning's Date | Licht Klein x MC | by @airin-queenz for ikemenlibrary

Read to Me | Chevalier Michel x MC | by @ikeromantic for aquagirl1978

What Was I Made For | Gilbert Von Obsidian x Rosemary (OC) | by @aquagirl1978 for prisoniclover

Return | Leon Dompteur x Emma (MC) | by @prisoniclover for chirp-a-chirp

Cat-astrophe | Clavis Lelouch x MC | by @chirp-a-chirp (with art by @aide-falls) for katriniac (ohtomatotome)

Getting There is Half the Fun | Keith Howell x Emma (MC) | by @ohtomatotome for violettduchess

Practical Magic | Clavis Lelouch x Emma (MC) | by @violettduchess for ikeromantic

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[clavissionary-position]

—gilbert spoilers, be aware—

Emma: Gil, I've noticed there's very little seafood in Obsidian.

Gilbert: (sets his research away) That's correct. What little we have comes from our lakes, and it's still too much of a hassle for us to consider importing. (He pats his lap)

Emma: (sets the giant tray of cookies down on his desk before plopping onto his lap) So people here have never had calamari?

Gilbert: (wraps his arms around her waist) Mmm, I'm sure people in certain circles have. I think they served it once during a ball in my youth. (He opens his mouth as Emma begins feeding him)

Emma: (pauses) Ah. I'm guessing those particular circles are... no longer around?

Gilbert: (smiles meaningfully) You catch on quick. (He pecks the cookie out of her hand and speaks while chewing.) Our aquaculture industry is far better than it was five or six years ago. Actually, I've thought about engineering our own species of squid.

Emma: Uh... what? Engineering? (She uses her fingertip to dab away some crumbs on his lip)

Gilbert: (watches her delightedly knowing that she's expecting him to bite any moment now) Hehe, indeed. I'm sure you've noticed while cooking here that not everything we grow is native to Obsidian.

Emma: (still on guard as she withdraws her finger without incident) Well, breeding and cultivating is one thing, but you said engineering. Like making something from scratch. Making meat, erm, I guess seafood. In a lab. Gil, I've never heard of anyone doing something like that outside of horror novels.

Gilbert: Little Rabbit. (He places a cool hand on her head and gives it a single pat) What's more horrible to you? Creating food or being without it?

Emma: (stares at him because he's clearly oversimplifying things)

Gilbert: (stares back with a pleasant smile, sunny as can be)

Emma: ...

Gilbert: ...

Emma: ......

Gilbert: ......

Emma: (epiphany)

Gilbert: (widens his smile, showing teeth)

Emma: So all the beef, the pork... The meat I've been baking into your cookies... (stares at the cookie in her hand as Gilbert's shadow covers her entire arm)

Gilbert: Hehe, not all of it, of course. But a country like Obsidian could hardly have come back from a famine as quickly as we did without some help.

Emma: (looks at Gilbert with a mixture of fear and awe; tries to only feel the awe)

Gilbert: (bittersweet pout) There's a certain principle that says that anything that can go wrong will go wrong at some point. You could call it the burden of the scientist. Knowing the worst-case scenario is only one mishap away, but also knowing that you can save ten-thousand people today. Oh—but as the evil villain, I've always pushed boundaries to satisfy my own curiosity.

Emma: (remembers what Roderich once said to her)

Gilbert: Ahaha, whaaat?

Emma: (looks him in the eye sincerely) I hate lies, you know.

Gilbert: ...!

Emma: (heaves a long sigh and then suddenly pushes a cookie into Gilbert's mouth) Despite what you say, I don't think you've ever really stopped to appreciate everything you're capable of, and everything, all the good that you've done.

Gilbert: (tries to speak but Emma silences him by partially covering his mouth with hers for a split second)

Emma: (pulls away with half the cookie in her mouth and a sad smile) The meat here in Obsidian is the best I've ever had. What hurts me is that I might have gone on without ever knowing just how thoroughly you've tread over every facet of my day-to-day life. Not just my life, but everyone's.

Emma: (chews cutely as she rests her head on his shoulder) What's horrible to me is not knowing how radiant you are.

a/n: i know jack shit about growing meat in a lab and i was too lazy to google soooo. also i remembered that the meat cookies emma starts making for gil are made using the meat from obsidian military rations, at least initially, ahaha ^^; emma didn't particularly care for the taste of the rations on the occasion(s) when she tried them, sooooo. but let's pretend she made her own jerky from Obsidian Beef to put into the cookies in this fic lol

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[xbalayage]

Can you pretty please do a fluffy Silvio fic where he's had a rough day and uses you to ground himself, cuddles and kisses and snuggles and super fluffy love sweetness, soft words, Silvio just being his unguarded sweet boy self in the privacy of his room and your embrace

Comfortable

Silvio/Reader Fluff WC: 639

In the comfort of your shared room was the only time he was willing to completely let himself unravel at the seams; the place where he felt the most at peace. With the hustle and bustle of every day life as a royal falling heavy on his shoulders, nothing felt better than the embrace of your warmth and the rhythm of your loving heart in his ear as he laid his head on your chest. His eyes shut after heaving a heavy sigh, using your heart to try and relax his mind. Your fingers were like lapping waves against the shores of his hair, gently soothing and combing through while your other hand laid busy with a book you'd been reading. Every damn day with you, he couldn't believe it more and more. That he could ever be this deserving of you and your pure heart. He'd take it all: the good, the bad and the ugly, as long as it was always you. Those eyes, that smile; he'd do anything for that smile, to preserve it. Name the price and it was yours - but you never wanted a thing. All you ever wanted was the easy going, mundane things that didn't cost a dime. Sure, sometimes it confused him but then he had to remind himself that your whole life, you were raised a commoner with no influence of impurity. The simple, down-to-earth and from the heart things were much more valuable to you than any jewel ever could be. And he was jealous of that; curious, of what life could've been had he just not have been raised in royalty at all. Would he have found the meaning to happiness by those means? Probably not -- if things had strayed from the course your love had sailed on, some other mutt would've gotten their dirty paws...-- "You're grumbling," your angelic voice pulled him from his thoughts, eyes shifting from the pages to observe him with smiling eyes that matched your lips, "what's bothering you?" Fingers gave pause to sweep the bangs from his eyes. Ahh shit.. don't look at him with those sweet, innocent eyes. He's a sucker for them. "Nothin' important," he said, wrapping his outstretched arms around your waist, rubbing his face into your chest like a dog cuddling up to his owner, awaiting for more pets. The sight was adorable and one only you could ever bare witness to; the once tyrant of a man completely demolished his walls to be loved like your loyal dog. You didn't lay any judgement, he was just comfortable with you. And you found it endearing. "Better get some pillows to lay comfortably on, 'cause I'm not movin' from this spot tonight." You couldn't help but laugh. He demanded the cutest things of you, how could you not accommodate him? Silvio didn't say it, but you could tell he had a bad day. If he just wanted to snuggle up to you till he felt like talking or felt better in general, then you'd happily be his life preserver and help keep him afloat. Brushing past some of his hair, your soft lips placed on the top of his head, continuing to lull him to sleep. Adjusting slightly, you reached over and grabbed his pillows to give yourself some cushion, without trying to move him too much. To your surprise, he went to sleep fairly quickly. He must've really felt drained. But it was nice to see such a vulnerable side to him. You'd gladly spend the rest of the time like this if it gives him some peace of mind and happiness. Before you decided to close your own eyes, you leaned down and whispered into his ear, continuing to pet his hair in slow motions until sleep took a hold of you as well. "I love you."

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[randonauticrap]

Pillow Palace (Silvio Ricci x Reader)

Happy Gift Witch Day, @itsjudesfault!! This was supposed to be a ficlet but it got so out of hand that it became a whole fic! I hope you enjoy this fluffy goodness with Silvio. <3

Prompt: Pillow forts

Suitor: Silvio

Warnings: More tsundere adorableness than you can probably handle in one sitting

~

“Oh, come on, Silvio! It’ll be fun!” you pleaded with your lover while he simply crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. 

“It’s stupid.” he muttered quietly, not meeting your eyes. You sighed, deflating. It had been an hour since you started trying to convince your Benitoitian prince to make a pillow fort with you; namely, the most incredible pillow fort the nation had ever seen. Your lover had more pillows in his palace than existed anywhere else on the continent, but what’s the use of even having them if you never got to crawl inside them and curl up with a good book or cuddle. 

Fine. you thought. I didn’t want to have to do this, but… “Well, fine. But I know Rio will do it with me, so I’ll go find him.”

The words stopped your lover in his tracks, his eyes narrowing in evident disgust as they finally met yours. “That damn mutt wouldn’t even do it properly! And why would you wanna go do somethin’ like that with him of all people?” he fumed, and you shrugged.

“I don’t, but my lover doesn’t wanna do it with me, so I’ll have to settle for my friend instead.” You put a fake pout on your face and made to stomp out of the room, but a hand grabbed your wrist before you got to the door. With a gleam in your eye that you tried desperately to hide, you turned back to Silvio, whose brows were knitted together in frustrated resignation.

“Fine. I’ll order the servants to get the pillows.” 

It was nightfall by the time you and Silvio had put the finishing touches on your pillow fort, which in reality should be called a pillow palace. It had multiple corridors and enough space for you to walk through standing up. Silvio still had to crouch, but with a frame as tall as his, you weren’t surprised. In the very center, there was a large room with several pillows laying on the floor to act as chairs or a bed, and a small table with snacks made by the palace maids for you both, as well as a bottle of champagne with two glasses neatly set up next to it.     

Silvio was relaxed as you both settled in to your “living room”, but a scowl twisted his face when you pulled out a book and started to open it. 

“Nuh uh.” was all he said before leaning across to snatch the book from your grasp.

“Hey! What was that about?” you admonished. 

“You tricked me into buildin’ this “fort” thingy with ya all afternoon, and now you’re gonna ignore me and read about some fantasy prince makin’ all ya dreams come true? I can do that for ya, right here, right now.” He snapped the book closed and tossed it across the room with a heave and snarled at it, as if it would come to life and retaliate. 

You almost bit back at him, but you saw where he was coming from. You did want to build this fort so you could spend time with him. Might as well use it as intended. “I’m sorry, Silvio. You’re right. Let’s spend this time together.”

His gaze locked on yours, and you saw a flicker of satisfaction there; an innocent happiness he only ever allowed you to see, and your heart skipped a beat, overjoyed anew each time he was vulnerable enough to let you close. “Well, we might as well eat some food while we’re here, eh?” he chortled, scooting closer to the table of snacks. “This champagne is more expensive than all the pillows in this fort, too, so ya better enjoy it.” 

You laughed, only slightly exasperated with your lover's antics as you pulled yourself up next to him at the table. “I’ll enjoy it because I’m having it with you.” you beamed at him and his expression softened.

“Shuddup, yer just tryin’ ta make me get one of those stupid expressions on my face like you give me.” His words were harsh, but his tone was not, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head as he held a petit four to your lips. 

“Is it working?” you asked, giggling as you chewed the sweet treat. He turned away, his cheeks burning.

“Yeah, it’s workin’. Shuddup.”

~

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[ohtomatotome]

It's You. You're My Kink.

Recipient: @kokorokai as part of the ‘My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary

Characters: (Ikemen Prince) Clavis Lelouch and MC/Emma. Established relationship

Recipient’s Request: 🌶 NSFW content with a dominant Clavis

Premise: He knows she knows his weakness is alcohol and his fetish is her thighs.  But he doesn't know her weaknesses, fetishes, kinks, or fantasies. It's time to force some sexy secrets out of his lovely lover. Written from Clavis’s PoV.

Content Tags: consensual, soft dom, cunnilingus, sensory play, blindfold, light bondage/restraints, ropes, temperature play, spanking/impact play, anal toys, dildo, vibrators, ball gag, orgasm control, edging, begging, praise.

Word count: 7,500

Author's Notes are at the end of the story.

TITLE: It's You. You're My Kink.

Emma unwrapped the gift box and took out a skein of lavender shibari rope and leather wrist restraints. There was a pause as she held them in her hands before giving me a dubious glance. 

Oh? Already wary, are we? Heh, heh.

“I’d make a guess that you are inviting me to be your ‘lovely accomplice’ in setting up traps, but … Clavis, this … is not your usual rope for traps. And this.” She dangled the cuff from her fingers, “isn’t usually part of your traps, either. I’d hope, anyway?!?” A strained giggle, paired with her eyebrows pulled up together in confusion made an exquisite reaction.

Ah, well, let me spell it out so she’s not taken unawares when the fun begins tomorrow.

“What’s that? You say you would love to enjoy some alone time with your handsome prince? And you give your consent for some kinky fun? Oh, Emma, I’m so happy you decided to accept my invitation!” 

I noticed her eyes widened at the mention of ‘kinky’. Oh ho. 

My meaningful gaze bore down on her and I gave her my most wicked smirk.

“Oh! Oh, that’s what this is about? Clavis, your ruses and … gifts always make me second-guess myself. At first I thought it had to do with something sexy, but that’s not usually your style to be so obvious, so I was stumped.” This time, Emma’s giggle was adorably genuine.

The smirk still firmly in place, I waited a moment for her to continue. For her to give the answer I was certain of. For her to say ‘yes’.

But she only just looked at me, mild amusement on her face and nothing else coming out of her pretty mouth. 

Well.

I cleared my throat, “Aaaaand, my lovely lover? What is your answer? Do you give me your consent to try all manner of delicious deviant deeds this weekend?”

At this, her perfect cheeks turned a ripe shade of strawberry pink. 

Hm, yes that’s more like it.

She asked, “...all manner? Like what?”

Just as I was about to open my mouth and give her a most ambiguous answer, she hurriedly spoke again.

“Nevermind! I don’t think I want to know ahead of time. I trust you. Yes, darling, you have my consent for … kinky things.” Her hesitation towards the end came with downcast eyes and even redder cheeks. 

Excellent, excellent.

I clapped my hands once in triumph, crowing, “Wonderful! You can leave all the travel preparations to me. All you need to do is pack your own bag.”

I leaned forward so my face filled her view, and pitched my voice lower and with seriousness, without a trace of my usual flamboyance, “Listen closely.” 

She stiffened at this unfamiliar tone, curious eyes never once leaving mine.  

“This is what you will pack: 4 pairs of panties and bras, your most comfortable robe, and the new corset you will find in your bottom dresser drawer. That is all. You don’t need anything else to wear on this trip. Nod if you understand.”

Emma hesitated, looking as if she had a question to ask, but then nodded. A timid smile was creeping across her lips. 

I wanted very much to kiss it off her face, and then keep kissing her until we were both breathless. 

Instead, I kept my composure and merely said, “Good girl. Be ready to go in the morning. Good night, and sweet dreams. I love you.”

After a kiss to her forehead – mm-hmm, her hair smelled heavenly – I stood up to leave. 

“Uh- um, good night, darling. I love you, too.” 

I closed the door and inhaled deeply. Why did no one warn me that practicing dominance meant that you also were to be exercising extreme self-control on yourself?? Augh! 

I had seen a heated glimmer in her eyes, something I’m sure was not there before I gave her her packing orders. 

Good. Good. 

The experiment was off to a smashing start. I had intended to begin the kink level low, even before we reached my manor. This first part was intended to dictate her actions. By commanding what she must pack, my words and presence would continue to be with her as she is packing. She’ll be thinking about me all night and morning, long before she even sees me in the carriage. Every time she looks at her suitcase, she’ll be reminded of my strong tone of voice.

I wonder if she liked that experience tonight?

Emma liked it. Liked it very, very much. She sat on the sofa for a good long while, savoring the intimidating and arousing aura that Clavis had directed at her. It was so new!

When she finally pulled out the corset he had mentioned, she swallowed hard. This wasn’t a pretty lace and satin thing of lingerie. It was leather, well-stitched and expertly made for durability and comfort. It was an elegant shade of lilac, with an almost pearlescent sheen. Beautiful, actually. There were buckles and straps, metal eyelets and rings attached at various places that had nothing to do with the closures. 

Now that she looked at it with a critical eye, the row of three black and gold straps across the front mimicked Clavis’s short uniform coat. She bit back a chuckle at her fiance's audacity before setting to work with packing only the essentials he had mentioned, all the while her imagination filled with images of him.

“Stand here. Don’t move from this spot.”

We had reached my manor without incident, and I immediately went to work on my experiment to discover Emma’s hidden kinks. I removed my white overcoat, boots, and scabbard, placing them on the bench by the bedroom door. Watching her as I loosened the buttons of my lilac jacket and returned in a slow stroll, I noticed she was clutching nervously at her skirt. But she never took a step.

“Should I take off my clothes, too?” Her question was touched with anxiety.

“No,” I cooed, “You only need to do what I tell you to. For right now, place your feet a little further apart so you have better balance. Yes, like that. Well done.”

I delivered my praise with a light caress to her temple. I was pleased to see the glow of warmth was back in her exquisite eyes. My bunny must be liking this already. I wonder what is going on inside that brilliant mind of hers right now?

I slid the dark violet cravat off my collar and stepped around behind her.  Silently, I tied it around her head as a blindfold. Only when I was certain it was secure and she couldn’t see, did I lean in close to her ear to whisper huskily, “First: a little sensory deprivation to heighten your other senses.” 

She flinched at my nearness, but relaxed soon enough. Next it was time for the wrist cuffs. These were a thing of beauty, crafted by the same skilled leather worker who built Emma’s custom corset. They were made of white leather with padding on the inside and edges, adjustable buckle, and reinforced D-rings. Expertly designed to my specifications.

I gracefully slid my palm down from her shoulder to her wrist, stopping there to encircle her delicate wrist within my thumb and forefinger. Just a moment, just long enough to give her a hint of what was coming. I put one cuff on that wrist, tightening the strap until it was almost flush to her skin. “Tell me: Is that too tight?”

She shook her head. I saw it, but this wouldn’t do. Had she forgotten already? 

I tapped her lips with my gloved finger. “Use your words, darling. You must answer out loud when I ask you a question. Now try again: Is this too tight?”

“No. …sir.” The second word was added with apprehension, as if she wasn’t sure she should use the term or not. 

Sir? 

Hm. I certainly didn’t order her to call me that. Had she read such things in her romance novels? I didn’t want her thinking of those fictional men when I’m right here. Hm. Hmmmm. No. No, I didn’t like it. She needed to call me by my name, dammit.

I held her chin with my thumb to get her attention. “Listen closely: You are to call me Clavis. Not ‘sir’, not ‘master’, not anything else. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Clavis,” her answer was confident now. 

Good. Very good. 

I let go of her chin and put on the other wrist cuff, then snapped the rings of both cuffs together so her hands were bound in the front. She still would have the use of her hands. The object of the cuffs was to give her a small taste of being restrained while I tease the rest of her body.

The next thing was a ball gag. I had made sure to choose the most breathable, most comfortable one intended for beginners. Despite those precautions, I was still worried she might find this item repulsive. Positioning it in front of her mouth, but still an inch away, I warned her, “I have something to put in your mouth. It’s meant to stay there and keep you from talking. If you don’t like how it feels, use the non-verbal sign on tapping me twice to remove it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Clavis.” My lovely fiance opened her mouth obediently. 

Such a glorious sight. I wanted to fall to my knees and weep with joy. 

But no. No. I must continue to be the one in control. 

The Dom. 

Right. Back to work.

I set the ball inside her mouth, ordering her to bite down slightly to hold it while I fastened the strap on the side of her head. I waited a moment while watching her face for any signs of discomfort or revulsion. There came none. Just placid trust and patience. 

Oh, my sweet, sweet Emma. Well done. Very good. You're being so good for me.

This deserved a reward … which just happened to also be a test. I stepped close to her side, my chest touching her shoulder. My arms encircled her waist to hold her upright as my mouth came a hair-breadth away from her ear. I sighed softly, letting the warm air waft before I assaulted the shell of the ear with kisses, toothy nibbles, and noisy sucking. I didn’t let up until she was fully squirming and seemed unsteady on her feet. But not once did she safe-tap me to stop.

“Ah, your ear is so sensitive now, hm?” I whispered before flicking my tongue out to tickle her ear lobe. 

She jerked her head away in surprise, but my arms kept her balanced. I chuckled breathily as her face relaxed and leaned towards me once again. I kissed her cheek, down her jaw, and the side of her neck. 

Emma’s muted breathing grew heavier the lower my lips went. Where her blouse collar began I sucked and nipped to leave a splendid mark. I admired it a moment before moving my hands; one to grip the hair at the base of her neck, the other to slowly snake across her stomach and down, traveling over the waistband of her skirt. 

I could feel her quiver under my touch, but still she stayed in place. Oh, I’m so proud of you, my sweetest. My hand fisted in her luscious tresses and pulled gently back and to the side so as to expose more of her pure neck to me. I gave a quick peck to the shell of her ear before trailing kisses down her neck again, this time focusing on the erogenous zone where the neck meets the shoulder. 

Meanwhile, my other hand continued its journey downward over the beautiful swell of her abdomen, palming her pelvic mound. I pushed the tips of my fingers into the crevice at the apex of her thighs. This earned a shudder from her and a gasp muffled by the ball gag.

So delightful. So trusting. So mine. I love her more than words can say. 

I glided my hand upwards to her bound wrists, holding them. My other hand had let go of her hair to settle at the small of her back. 

Humming my approval, I pressed a little kiss to her cheek, “You did so well, darling. Such a good girl for me. Now, let’s make you more comfortable, hm?”

After removing the gag, cuffs, and blindfold, I led her to sit on the edge of the bed. She was flushed, but her eyes were bright with delight and curiosity as I knelt in front of her. My hands rubbed back and forth across the tops of her thighs, ruching up the fabric of her skirt.

“Tell me: How did you like the blindfold? The gag? The wrist cuffs?”

Each question was delivered with as calm a voice as I could muster, even though I was bursting at the seams with excitement to know if anything had her galloping with arousal.

She paused before answering, as if she wasn’t expecting to be reviewed on her experience. I smiled and narrowed my eyes.

“Come, come. I’m not looking for an in-depth analysis. Just let me know if any one thing in particular stood out as a favorite.”

Recognition lit her face, as if she had just come up with an answer. As she took a breath to reply, I began unbuttoning her blouse. This action stopped her before any words came out. 

Heh, heh. I LOVE to keep her on her toes!

“Don’t mind me, darling. Simply multi-tasking while you talk. Go ahead, now. You were about to say the part you liked the best?” I flashed her an innocent smile, and began to kiss the notch of her throat, eager to keep kissing the skin I exposed while I continued unbuttoning.

She raised an eyebrow in skepticism, but spoke anyway, “I liked it when you gave me orders.”

I was in the process of leaning in to kiss the swell of her breast when this admission caught me by surprise.

Ah! 

Darling… ah, my lovely lover. Now it is YOU who have shocked me. Of all the kinky equipment, it was the commands that turned you on the most? 

I smiled into her skin as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, earning a responsive jolt and gasp from her. Oh, does she even know how much that answer pleases me?

I pulled away and nodded as sedately as I could, trying not to show how much her reply affected me. “Hm, I see. Thank you for the feedback, dearest. Now, let us continue the experiment, shall we?”

She quirked her eyebrow once more, but I offered no explanation as I finished undressing her and ordered her to lie face-down on the bed. I ran a knuckle lightly over her shoulder blades, murmuring “good girl” as she got comfortable. 

The second set of implements were intended to expose her to various temperatures and sensations. I was most interested in the last part of this section: impact play. Would my bunny enjoy being spanked, I wonder?

Over the next few minutes, I subjected her unblemished skin to an ice cube melting over the curve of her buttocks, melted wax dripped down her spine, feathers tickling her rib cage, softest cashmere rubbing up the backs of her creamy thighs, and rubberized mitts dagging over her hips. All the while, I gave her orders to either be silent, or be vocal. To either keep still or to wriggle and writhe. 

During the use of the equipment, one of the commands I gave her was to “respond as honestly as you can, however you wish.” 

And what was her adorable answer? “No, please, Clavis. Tell me what to do, what to say. Please?”

I couldn’t help but grin broadly at that, glad she could not see how thrilled I was at her plea. Of course I never let her know my joy. Instead, I bent down so my lips were next to her ear, and she twitched from hearing my threatening tone so close to her, “What’s this? Disobedience? Are you telling me what to do?”

She was quick to shake her head, uttering “Nuh-uh. No. I just … I, um… Sorry? I’ll do my best.”

I straightened up and patted her head proudly. “That’s a good girl.”

It was so cute seeing this new side of her! It seemed as if she was truly enjoying herself in this role. 

We continued, eventually getting to the impact play portion. I propped her hips up on several pillows so her gorgeous ass was raised high, perfectly poised for my hand. 

I noticed a slight glistening of liquid at the lips between her legs. 

Hm. Nice. I hadn’t even touched her there yet. 

I hadn’t warned her what was coming next. As I was rummaging through my case for the leather paddle, she ventured a timid question, “Clavis? Are you going to fuck me now? Is that why you stacked all these pillows under me?”

“So soon? Oh, no. Not yet, my lovely. Before we can get to that, we have so many more experiments to try.” I saturated my voice with wicked pleasure.

Her head dropped to the mattress, letting out a groan of immense disappointment. 

I chuckled, “Oh, don’t sound so discouraged. I thought you were having fun. But …” I paused, inflecting my next words with dramatic self-pity, “... if you’re getting annoyed with me and wish to stop and go back to your books, I’ll understand.”

Emma snorted with amusement. I could sense the frustrated eye-roll she was giving me. “No. ….Ugh, no. Don’t – “ she huffed, pausing a second as if she needed to recollect her submissive act. “PLEASE don’t stop, Clavis. Please?”

I was more than happy to oblige her eager entreaty. She was scrumptious when she acted like this: wanton for me to fill her, but pliant enough to go along with my schemes. I was rock-hard already, my already tight white pants made all the tighter.

“Mm-hm, you asked so nicely. I suppose I could continue.” I rested my gloved hand on her soft bottom, to hint at what was coming. “This next part may be a little intense, darling. So please remember to use the safe-word if you need me to stop. Okay?”

She meekly answered, “Yes, Clavis, I understand.”

“That’s my girl.” I began slowly tapping her butt cheeks lightly, alternating randomly between sides. Then increased the tempo. Then the force, just a bit. 

Her ass was slightly pink. Like a peach. Mmmm… so juicy, I could take a bite of that velvety flesh. Fuuuuuck, I want her now.

No.

Not yet.

I removed my gloves and ran my hands soothingly over the skin, reveling in the warmth and softness, trying to rein myself in.

She hadn’t made a sound until my bare palm met her skin – that’s when Emma gave a happy fluttering sigh, like the releasing of doves. 

Oh, my sparkling jewel. My beautiful bride-to-be. My everything. How can one exhale from you do such things to my soul?

I took a deep breath and pulled my hand back, aiming for the next series of spankings. Each got progressively harder and closer to her center, near her lips. Droplets of clear nectar dotted the pillows beneath her. It coated my hand more and more as I slapped her pussy. But still she only moaned. She gave no signs of pain or reaching her limit. Marvelous.

I stopped to wipe my sticky hand on a towel, rewarding her with a low-pitched “You’re such a good girl for me. Now, I’ll need you to count each spank, okay? Can you do that for me?”

There was an immediate nod and “Yes, Clavis!”

Again, my domineering posing was protected by her not seeing the big smile I wore. Honestly, I don’t think she had ever been this complaint before. And she seemed so happy to be in this role!

I decided to leave that pondering for a later time, as there was a perky red ass waiting to be slapped right now. I picked up the paddle, and slowly sounded out several hits to the globe of her cheeks, sweeping upwards to channel the force away. She counted as each one turned her skin darker, making it glow with heat. 

I stopped my motions, using the cashmere to soothe her inflamed ass and offer a change in sensation. 

“Very, very good, dearest.” I picked up an ice cube as I asked, “Now, time for more feedback. Which of these experiences did you like best?”

As if to remind her of where we started, I slid the ice over her buttocks to cool them down. She gasped and shrieked almost in the same breath, jerking her hips at the cold sensation. I kept the ice moving quickly, so as to disperse as much healing coolness as possible. It melted within seconds. 

God, her cheeks were red and taut like a ripe plum. She looked good enough to eat.

Ah … That was an excellent idea. 

It might be slightly ahead of schedule, but I needed to do SOMETHING to clean up that rivulet running down her inner thigh before it completely drenched the pillows.

She hadn’t answered my question yet.

Hm.

I knelt on the bed behind her and between her legs, gently spreading her thighs with my hands, getting ready to tease her entrance with my tongue as soon as she started speaking.

“Tsk, tsk, I asked a question. You need to answer. Now.”

Emma began, “Well, I re–EEEE! Ah, mmmm!”

I had lapped ravenously at her juices, rejoicing at the lewd sounds it made. And at her own vocal additions, too, of course. I loved her squeals, her moans, her gasps, her groans. 

I pulled away just long enough to give her a warning, the hungry growl in my voice not intentional, “Answer, Emma,” before diving back in to finish cleaning her up. 

I could get drunk on how she tasted, how she smelled. The musky fragrance filled my lungs. How much longer could I hold out before needing to have her?

She managed to eek out a few words, no semblance of formal sentence structure to be found. Something along the lines of, “Commands. You, your touch. With orderssss. ….f-force me. Love spanking. Pleeeeease, please…. More, more control.” 

Those were the words I was able to make out between the whines.

Hm.

She wants to be controlled more? That fit well into my next set of plans.

I petted her hair fondly as I gave her time to come down from the stimulation. “Very well, my lovely fiance. You’ve done so well for me. I think you’re liking this, aren’t you?”

She turned her head my way and dared a glance up. I knelt next to the bed so she wouldn’t have to strain her neck to see me. Her face was beet-red, eyes moist and dreamy, a sleepy smile on her lips. She had caught her breath by now.

“I am. Oh, I am, Clavis. But …” She bit her lip, eyes sliding away from mine.

I knew that look. I LOVED that look. She wanted something, but was feeling foolish for asking. I wanted to pull the truth out of her. Tease it gently, unravel it thread by thread until her innermost wishes were laid bare, safe and vulnerable in my hands.

I began to stroke her hair again, and her eyelids immediately fell shut in contentment. Soft as a summer breeze, I asked “But what, my love? You must tell me, or I’ll never know.”

Her relaxed features twisted suddenly in annoyance, eyes no longer moony but now flashing with sparks. I stopped petting her, doing my best to keep a look of total innocence on my face.

Of course I knew what she wanted.

I wanted it, too.

But not yet.

…Not. Yet.

“Clavis. I want you to make love to me. You already know; I said it before. Please? Don’t … don’t make me ask for it again.”

“Ohhhh, that. Hm,” my tone was non-committal, teasing. I leaned in to kiss her temple, smiling where she couldn’t see me. “Don't worry, I will satisfy you completely. In due time, in due time. But before that can happen, there are just a few more experiences I need you to have, and then review.”

I was being an absolute villain. I was pushing the bounds of her patience. 

Would she angrily stomp out of here, cursing my name? 

Or would she remain, but grow sullen and cold to my touches?

A plaintive whine left her throat, surprising me. Emma's gaze smoldered, the fiery frustration giving way to a simmering desire. And there was something else in her face … was it uncertainty? She reached out to grip my wrist, a silent request. 

What was this about? Was she unwell after all? For a moment, my mask slipped. Concern pinched my brows. My voice was naked, forgetting to dress up in neither dominance nor feigned innocence, “Emma? Are you really okay with continuing?”

She must have sensed my seriousness, because she squeezed my wrist in reassurance before letting go as she nodded. “Yes, truly. I’m sorry if I made you worry. I only whined because … because I am so SO ready for you, and I don’t want to wait any longer. But most of all, I don’t want to beg. And it … it feels like you are pushing me to the brink in hopes of making me beg, like I’m some dog,” her pretty mouth turned down in disgust, “Is that what you are doing? Please, be honest, just this once, no tricks. What is your aim in all these sexy experiments?”

Ah.

So this is something new I have learned about her. Fascinating.

“Sweetest. Darling. I admit I am trying to find out your limits for certain things, but not the boundary you’d cross for begging. My aim, hm? I promise I’ll tell you when all the tests are done. So you keep your pleas unspoken, I do not want you to beg. I only want your honest reactions. I won’t leave you unfulfilled.”

“Promise? I feel like you’re teasing me much more than usual.” A pout began to form on her luscious lips. 

“I promise.” I brushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear and pressed another kiss to her temple before standing up. “Now, let’s have you sit up so I can put one little thing on you before you lie on your back.”

My goodness, what a glorious sight. 

Was there any man on this earth as lucky as me, to be blessed with seeing his lovely lover trussed up, spread out, and waiting in complete trust? I stood back to take in the full view, and swallowed hard. 

I had taken great delight in lacing her up in the custom-made corset, seeing the leather pulling taut against her breasts. Her wrists were back in the cuffs, attached to the headboard. One leg was bent at the knee, pulled back as far to her torso as was comfortable, and then bound in that position with the lavender rope. Her other leg was restrained at a similar angle in a white leather straps to match her cuffs (a gentleman makes sure his lady’s accessories always match), clipped to the rings in the side of her corset. 

It was an uncoordinated sort of look, more slap-dash than I had originally planned. Also, I was irked at not getting to try out the nipple clamps, but they wouldn’t work at the same time as having her wear the corset. 

Was I rushing the schedule? 

Perhaps.

Was I loading up all the implements and toys in one go, instead of one at a time like I had originally planned?

Maybe.

Was it because I was hanging on to my self-control by a thread?

Yes.

Yes, absolutely.

I had been straining at the front of my trousers so tightly that I decided to remove them and everything else I was wearing.

“Comfortable, darling?” I asked as I walked around to the head of the bed once more. Emma eyed my erection greedily, licking her lips. 

But she only said, “Yes, Clavis.” 

Her voice was sweetly obedient. The sound of it made me proud enough to crow from the rooftops.

“Then let’s begin our last set of experiences. You asked for me to be even more controlling, so that’s exactly what I’ll be doing. Don’t forget to use the safe-word if you need to. Do keep in mind that I will be asking for feedback. So try to keep track of how everything I do makes you feel.” 

I kissed her full on the mouth quickly – too quickly so she wouldn’t have time to reciprocate – then gave her a cheeky wink before strolling to the foot of the bed, where I had a tray waiting with lube and various toys, plugs, dildos, and vibrators.

Choices, choices.

Where to start?

I looked adoringly at the two holes presented to me: one inviting and glistening, the other shy and puckered closed. Hidden at the top of this sight was the precious little rosebud that led to the high-pitched squeals I loved so much.

Deciding to start out slow with minimal invasion, I lubed up the tiny anal probe vibrator and smeared a dollop at the entrance of her ass. I felt her shiver at the touch, yet I pushed in slowly, slowly with the tip of my finger until it was finally granted at admittance. Emma gasped. I slid the probe in next to my finger until it was all the way in where it needed to be. Then I moved my finger in and out slowly a few times to help that area relax, to get her familiar with the sensation. 

When I pulled my finger out, I pressed a lubed-up anal plug to the entrance until it sunk in. There came a tiny groan from my lady love. The facets of the princess-cut amethyst at the end of the plug caught the light and twinkled at me. I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction at the view. I decided right at that moment to buy her matching amethyst earrings made with the same exact cut. It would be our own little private joke when she wears them in public.

“Turning it on, my dove,” I crooned a warning before toggling the switch on the probe.

“Huh? Turning wha–aaAHH!” Her hips jolted off the bed as soon as the vibrator went to work in her pert little asshole. 

Miniscule moans were uttered from the head of the bed as I began to prepare the next toy: a dildo with a harness that connected to her corset rings to keep in place, so it wouldn’t get pushed out in her exertion. It was needed since my hands would be busy elsewhere. No lube was needed for this one; she was already wet enough to have a pool gathering on the purple towel underneath her. I rubbed the head and shaft along her folds, coating it in her essence. 

This earned an audible inhale from her; does she know how her sounds drive me mad with lust? 

I pushed it in slowly, letting her adjust to the size. It was another custom-designed item, made especially for tonight. She hadn’t seen this dildo before, but if she had there would have been recognition in the length and girth, even the slight angle. Of course it was a product of my ego. But if she was going to have anything inside her besides me, then I wanted to be like me in every way possible. 

Once it was in all the way up to the hilt, I pulled it out at a lazy drag asking, “Still feeling fine, sweetest?”

“Uh-huh,” she confirmed while wiggling her hips to bring back some friction. The restraints of leather and rope made this futile effort extremely entertaining. I gave her what she wanted: I thrust the toy in and out repeatedly at her favorite pace. The languid moans rose in frequency and pitch. 

God, she was magnificent.

I. Needed. Her. Now. 

I held onto my sanity long enough to thrust it in one last time before attaching it to the harness. A questioning whine came from her throat as she saw me move to the side of the bed with the tray. From her vantage point, she wouldn’t be able to see the vibrators I was going to use. 

Okay, time to get into the role, Clavis. 

You can do this. 

This is the last big hurrah. Time to finish things up exactly how she’d like. With complete control. 

I wonder: when she asked me to take more control, did she have any premonition that I’d be ending the experiment with edging and orgasm control?

I began to tease her clit with the lowest setting on the most gentle toy. Switched over to a powerful wand for an intense but short time. Then switched to an intermediate one, moving all the way through the speeds, gauging her reactions. I was careful to keep an ear to her breathing while watching the telltale signs of her hips. 

All the while I was changing the toys to keep her on her toes, I was issuing commands. Things like: countdown from 5, stay silent, moan loudly, scream my name (that one was fun), keep still, don’t you dare cum yet, etc. 

Each time she obeyed, I rewarded her with a “good girl” and a deep kiss. Sometimes I just kissed her through the exquisite trials of a particular vibrator. Other times I slowly massaged her sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb, sometimes my tongue. I lavished attention on that treasure until her chest was heaving with exertion and the breathing was ragged. 

I had lost count of the times I brought her almost up the edge and then brought her back down. 

I moved all the vibrators aside and sat on the edge of the bed so she could see my face. 

This goddess, this angel, was mine. Completely mine. 

Sweat-soaked face, eyes glazed over with lust, lips dry from panting, hair a total mess. 

She had never been lovelier.

And never once did she beg. No plea of “Just let me cum!” There had been plenty of cursing and saying my name as if it was a curse itself. Lots of delicious moaning, gasping, squealing, and sighing. But no begging.

Amazing. My Emma was simply amazing.

I let her catch her breath before I reached out to cup her cheek and ask, “Now, if you please, I would like some feed-”

…”CLAVIS.” Her hoarse voice was serious. As were her eyes. 

I stopped talking immediately, my attention entirely on what she thought was important enough to interrupt our review. My elegant eyebrows lifted in silent inquiry.

“No feedback,” was all she said.

I echoed her, asking “No feedback?”

“No feedback,” she repeated.

“Care to elaborate, dearest?” I cooed while stroking the side of her face with my thumb.

“No.”

I started to panic a little. She hadn’t used the safe-word, so I had thought she was enjoying being endlessly edged to hell and back. Had I been wrong? Had I missed a cue? Did I hurt her, and she was just being brave? Was she angry with me? 

Something resembling concern must have made it through my mask of dominance, for she sighed and added, “I’m not injured or sore. Maybe a little overstimulated. But I’m fine. I would have used the safeword if I had been unsure about continuing. So don’t look so worried, Clavis.”

Ah.

…okay.

I was flummoxed as to what made her so taciturn all of a sudden.

“You want your feedback, don’t you? Then you’ll get it. But only after you satisfy me.” That severe expression held no room for compromise. 

I loved seeing her so serious. She was breathtaking. How I loved her! 

As my lips began to curl into a pleased smile, she cut in with a demand of her own: “Fuck me, Clavis. Now.”

My smile froze.

Great heavens, she was irresistible like this.

I felt compelled to obey, even though I had been the one issuing commands all day. I attempted to remain smooth and masterful as I lowered my face within inches of hers. 

Feigning nonchalance, I said, “I suppose I could make a compromise, since my lovely fiance is so desperate for me.” 

She rolled her eyes, quirking her mouth into a wry expression. “Well, get on with it. I’m … I am – ugh, Clavis, don’t you … ?“ 

I forstalled her fumbling words by pressing a kiss to those pouting lips, giving her time to gather her words. Would she beg, I wonder? 

At last she mumbled, “I need you. Don’t you … need me, too? Or is this teasing torture all you want?” Those tender eyes slid away from mine, downcast.

Arrows. To the heart. A barrage of steel-tipped bolts lodged in my chest, stealing my breath. 

Oh, my precious. Had I made you doubt my desire for you?

She hadn’t begged or bargained after all. She hadn’t needed to. Not that I ever wanted her to. That hadn’t been my goal.

My goal.

Oh.

In the delicious taunting and torment, I had almost lost sight of why I started all this. 

I wanted to find out her secret kinks, her guilty pleasures.

Sighing an apology, I hurriedly kissed her lips. “No, no, my sweetheart, my dove, my everything. Of course I need you. I’m sorry. The –”

–” then why –” she began.

I immediately rushed in with the explanation she deserved, – “because I wanted to discover what set you aflame. You already know I’m crazy about your thighs. And well, everything about you, truly. And you know all my weaknesses. You know how to drive me wild. I feel at your mercy every time we are in bed. I … I simply had to find at least one of your fetishes, a kink, a secret touch or toy that made you lose yourself to me the way I feel helpless around you.”

There.

I had come clean.

I feared she would laugh, even though I knew my darling would never ridicule me when I was laid vulnerable to her like this.

And yet.

I was scared anyway.

I felt more naked than I actually was. Like my chest was open, heart exposed.

“Ohhhh. Clavis.” Her sympathetic sigh was balm to my nerves. My name on her lips was full of love and acceptance. Not a scrap of judgment or mocking was present.

She began to reach her hands to me, forgetful of their bondage. The clanking metal of the cuffs’ links jangled me out of my self-pity, reminding me to school my features into something less pathetic.

“Let’s get you out of these, hm? I think the sexy experiment is over. It yielded no results.” I attempted to sound like my usual self as I unclasped the leather restraints from the headboard.

“You’re wrong, honey. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” The sultry smile on her face grew.

I simply blinked at her while I undid the buckles to free her wrists.

Emma continued, “Perhaps the feedback wasn’t what you expected. But I could have told you what you wanted to know without going to all the trouble.” 

Hmmm?? What was this?

She bit her lip slyly before adding, “Not that I didn’t like the, um, experiments. It was a fun and new experience with you.”

I kept silent, but nodded to encourage her to continue. What was she going to divulge?

I moved to the foot of the bed to undo the ropes on one leg and the leather straps on the other as she spoke.

“None of those toys or equipment were something that unlocked a new deviant side of myself. There was no one particular place you touched or action you did that wasn’t more special or spicy than the others. But there was one constant throughout the entire adventure that kept me aroused more than anything else.”

After I tossed the rope and restraints to the floor, I noticed the imprints left behind. Little lines indented her supple skin. My fingers traced them gently, lovingly. Her thighs were like a canvas for the rope patterns. I was relieved to see there were no angry red marks. I kissed the trail of criss-crossing marks, reveling in the softness of her glorious legs. 

She paused, as if waiting for me to give her my full attention. I rose from my worship of the world’s most perfect thighs and asked, “Oh? You’re giving me feedback after all? Lucky me. Do go on,” I purred as my palms glided from her hips to her knees.

“It was how you acted. You were still Clavis. The Clavis I love. But you were also … more. Different. It was the domineering act you put on. The way you commanded me to do or not do something. I loved submitting to your orders. I … I enjoyed putting myself completely in your control. Because I trust you. And because it felt exhilarating to be at the whims of a man who usually is out of control.” 

She giggled, giving me a knowing look. It was the truth. I didn’t interrupt her to say she was wrong. 

Emma went on, “You are chaos incarnate, sweetie. Your political plans are masterful, but your outward attitude is so flippant, so unpredictable, that nobody realizes how dastardly clever you truly are. But today you behaved differently. You were so sure of yourself. Sure of what reactions you wanted to pull out of me. And that was what put me into a frenzy more than anything. It was seeing you execute whatever plan you had in mind, and entrusting myself to your care. Because I love you and I know you would never hurt me.”

My mouth had gone dry and I realized at some point my hands had stopped their trek across her sumptuous legs. 

The full impact of what she said was still hitting me: None of the bondage gear or implements or sensation tricks I used were effective at uncovering a new kink. 

It had been me! And her! It had been the Dom/sub roleplay that had been at the heart of her arousal this whole time. 

I almost laughed out of sheer exhaustion at realizing that we hadn’t needed any of the periphery, not a single whip or blindfold or toy. 

All we needed was the two of us.

“It’s you. You’re my kink.” Her sheepish words echoed my thoughts. “There’s your feedback. Now. Ahem. Clavis, I believe you were FINALLY about to fuck me, right?”

“One hundred percent correct, my lovely lover. But first let’s get this off you. I don’t want anything between us.” I made fast work of the buckles on the front of her corset.

Taking into account how tired and sensitive she was from all my previous ministrations that day, I didn’t over-exert our love-making. That first time, at least. The rest of the weekend was full of intense, laborious exercise in bed. I gave in to every one of her whims and requests.

On our final afternoon in the manor, Emma slid off of me, panting, before she caught her breath enough to speak her mind. It somehow flowed from the conversation we had had on that very first day of the experiment.

“No one gives you enough credit for all the effort and intellect. You keep your brainpower too well hidden, and it frustrates me that people don’t appreciate how smart and resourceful you are. Do you know how it feels to have everyone think I love a fool? How it feels to have everyone look at my husband-to-be like he’s just some weird idiot, instead of the intelligent and caring and amazing man he is inside? Do you? I don’t think you do, sweetie. It’s infuriating. And you never correct them!”

“Heh. And neither will you. Ever. I prefer it that way. And you know why.”

She did. And it set my heart aflame to know that she understood my wiles and reasons, yet still got angry on my behalf. 

Oh, darling. I don’t deserve you. 

Knowing that she adored my hard work and brains was enough to spark a dozen new ideas for the next time we had a weekend away. 

She loved my cunning. And my cunnilingus. I would put both to work next time, along with that domineering side that drove her wild.

I grinned wickedly.

She saw it, and responded with a wicked smile of her own. “Uh-oh, what does THAT look mean? You look positively villainous… I love it.”

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AUTHOR’S NOTES: 

😏 I’m curious to see what the readers think their safe-word is? Comment or reblog with your idea! I can’t wait to see what you guess! Hee hee!!! 😘

I don't usually write in first-person PoV. But for some reason when I started this, Clavis INSISTED he be the one to speak. The words must come from his mouth and not from a disinterested observer. Pfft. Okay, pal. Man, he can be pushy. And he's SO GOOD at getting his way!!

Kokoro! Bryn had mentioned you said “It’s Valentine’s Day, I want them to fuck!” 😏🤣 LOLOLOL And here I realized by the time the D/s scenario had wrapped up, Clavis still hadn’t DONE THE DEED. 😳🥹 Ack! I’m sorry! 🙈🙃😅 It was implied that they did, indeed, fuck several times during their weekend away. But I didn’t have time to write it all out. I’m sure the scenes would be far more delicious and steamy in your imagination than I could put them into words. So please visualize to your heart’s content! 😈😉

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Pwetty pwease with raspberries on top but may i have a soft fluffy evie pick me up fic? ;uuuu; where he's just being sweet and soft and comforting and his naturally lovely self

love uuuuuuuu

Didn't even need to throw in the raspberries but I love them so I will accept ^u^ I hope this Evie fic is just what you need!!! Love you tooo!!!

Yves Kloss (POV) x Reader Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Fluff WC: 1.6k

“You’ve been crying.”

My voice seems to startle you from your thoughts. You were sat on the corner of my bed seemingly awaiting my return, yet the sorrowful look on your face told me it wasn’t simply a matter of you waiting for me.

When you registered that I was standing there, you wipe at your eyes and plaster a forced smile on your face.

“Oh, Yves! It’s nothing! I’m glad you’re back, I missed you,” you say, trying to sound normal despite the obvious lump in your throat.

I walk up to you with my eyebrows knitted in frustration. Why must you insist on lying to me about how you’re feeling. I can clearly see you’ve been crying and yet you still try to play it off as though your feeling are irrelevant.

“It’s not nothing. If something made you cry it needs to be dealt with, and so help me if Clavis was involved—” my words are cut off at the sound of a muted giggle.

There, that’s the sound I want to hear. The music that fills my heart with such joy. I sit beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm over your shoulder and pulling you in close. I hug you tightly to my body and you instantly melt into my embrace. I can’t stop myself, I press a gentle kiss to your hair, then to your forehead.

“Yves, really. I’m okay. You don’t need to worry about me… it’s not worth your time.” Although you’ve whispered the last bit, my impeccable hearing has most certainly picked up on it and the blazing need to show you just how important you are to me.

“And just what exactly would be more worth my time than wanting my beloved girlfriend to be happy and loved?! I can’t possibly think of anything that would take precedence over that!” I state matter-of-factly.

You cast your eyes down and stare at your hands that are twisting fretfully in your lap.

“I’m sorry… I really don’t think you should be bothering to deal with someone so broken. I’m not… good enough for you. Just look at me. I’m so…inadequate… you deserve to be with someone who’s pretty and sweet. The opposite of me.”

The protective rage that fills me leaves me staring wide eyed, mouth agape, as I try to understand where such thoughts would come from. How could you ever come to such a conclusion about yourself and your worth?

I slip my hands over your cheeks and guide your head to face me.

You look so miserable, and the slight look of surprise that flickers in your eyes tells me that the intensity of my own gaze must be more than I thought.

“Do you know why I’m with you? Why I’m so head-over-heels in love with you?” I ask, searching your eyes for some sort of shy acknowledgement that tells me that you do know why. But you refuse to meet my stare, your head straining against my palms as you try to turn your face away.

“No! I really, truly don’t understand why you would claim such things. You are so gorgeous. You are talented. You are everything that anyone could ever wish for in a partner, so why would you waste your time with me?” You sob, tearing your face away and moving across the room.

My heart shatters. I must not be doing a very good job with demonstrating my love for you to doubt it so strongly. I need to tell you, I need to show you, I need you to know.

“Will you look at me? Please? It’s important. I need you to look me in the eyes and listen to me.”

When you don’t move, I leap to my feet, the small bells on my belt creating an almost embarrassing little tinkling sound as I stalk over to you. Perhaps I should stop wearing them, you might take me and my opinions seriously then…

Shooing away such unnecessary thoughts, I reach my hands out, placing them on the wall on either side of your frame. I lean my head down, pressing my forehead against the back of your head and letting out a strangled breath.

“Please turn around. I want to see you,” I plead. I’m trying to keep my voice calm and steady, but seeing you hurting like this is like a knife in the heart, twisting painfully with each moment I’m not able to see you smile.

I hear you let out a shuddering sigh, and you turn your face, eyes glassy with tears, looking at me over your shoulder. Just as soon as our eyes meet, you turn your face back toward the wall.

“There, you saw me,” you whisper, hugging your arms around your body, shrinking into yourself.

“I need to you look me in the eye. This is the most important thing that I have ever had to say. I need your focus to be on me and me alone. Please turn around, and let me tell you how I feel about you.”

Eventually you turn yourself around, your body facing mine and I take the opportunity to grab your face and pull you into a deep kiss. I can feel your tears along my thumbs and your lips quiver as you hold back a sob. But words can’t possibly express what I need to show you right now.

I put all of my love, all of my adoration and affection, into this kiss. Please understand, I think to myself. I need you to see that you are the most important person in my life. You are the reason I breathe. Just seeing your smile and hearing your laugh is enough to rewrite the worst days I’ve experienced.

I pull back from the kiss, staring down into your eyes with reignited passion.

“I love you. I always will. You are the light in my life, the only one who truly sees the real me. You make me so unbelievably happy, even just thinking about you brings a smile to my face. It helps me get through my day knowing that when I’m finished, I get to come back and see you, and hold you, and talk to you. Hearing your voice is all it takes to make my heart sing. Your touch is enough to melt away all of my stress. If I want to laugh or vent or cry, I know I want it to be you.”

I let my arms wrap around your shoulders, pulling you tightly against my chest, my heart skipping a beat when you put your arms around my back.

“I need you to know that you are my one and only. I love you for everything that you are. You mean the world to me and I would give anything to make you smile. I love your personality; you are the most selfless, caring, devoted person I’ve ever met.”

Your hold on me tightens and I can feel your shoulders jumping as you begin to cry against my chest, finally letting your emotions spill out freely.

“I will do my best to show you just how wonderful and special you are, each and every day. You are my moon, my sun, and my stars. I want to be the same for you. I want to bring you more happiness than you ever dreamed possible. I want to be your safe place; somewhere you can go to feel calm and at peace. You are literally the piece of my heart that I’d been missing. Having you in my life makes me feel complete, whole.”

“I am so completely and utterly enamored with you. I know it seems hard to believe, trust me I still feel far less than enough for you myself, but I will put everything I have into showing you that you are perfect for me. To show you how desperately and madly in love with you I am.”

The gentle rise and fall of your back shows me that you’ve calmed down. I press a kiss to the top of your head before loosening my hands and nudging you back just a bit.

“Will you trust me now? Will you believe me when I tell you that I want you, and only you?” I ask, smoothing your hair with gentle strokes.

You nod your head slowly, eyes still glassy but the defeat I had seen in your expression earlier has all but vanished. I offer a sincere smile, my heart near bursting when I see the corner of your lips quirk up.

“Thank you, Yves,” you whisper. The gentle expression that paints itself over your face has my chest tighten. You look so heart wrenchingly innocent and beautiful. I know that I am the only one you trust enough to show this vulnerability to and I’d be lying if I didn’t take some pride in that.

My face is starting to feel warm as you continue to hold my gaze.

I let out a nervous cough, and pry my eyes away from you, letting them dance around the room. The soft giggle I hear is the most soothing balm I could ever imagine. Any pain in my heart, any crack in my thoughts, is eased and healed with just that beautiful sound.

I let my feelings move me and pull you back against my chest.

“I love you, so much. I can’t imagine ever loving anyone more, and yet each day you prove me wrong. You keep finding ways to make me fall even more in love with you. I don’t even know what to do with all this love I feel for you.”

Your lips press against my shoulder and I almost miss the soft response. But I didn’t… and my face gets incredibly hot at your words.

“I have some ideas…”

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[spoopy-fish-writes]

| A little I love you

Suitor(s): Gilbert

TW: Biting

Genre: Fluff

Notes: Gender neutral MC || Gilbert is a little emotionally clingy, MC is just sleepy clingy. It's great || I am so fucking tired rn but I have classes to go to and all that jazz but I do not want to so this is how I'm coping || Day something something something, still obsessed with kisses || Naturally going to tag @viofuckstheothervillain @vivifucksthevillian

The grogginess hasn't faded even after you've washed your face and tried to wake yourself up, ultimately leaving you to drag your feet back into your room.

Gilbert was sitting on your desk chair, preoccupied with something or other that you were too tired to worry about, turning to smile at you when he heard you come in and turning back to the desk when you smiled back, content, for now, with your exchange and considerably less tired than you were.

You were glad for the fact that his shirt was still off when you flopped yourself on to him from behind; your arms wrapped around his neck loosely while you let yourself lean on both him and the chair - relishing in the warmth that he provided when you did so though you could have done without the teasing little "Aw, did you miss me already?" that had you mumbling a quiet "Shut up…" against the crook of his neck.

His laughter at that, however, was more than welcome.

You didn't say much more to each other, too tired to start a conversation and too conscious of your exhausted state to decide to start one - an unusually sweet gesture from Gilbert though you didn't want to mention it. The sweet gestures were nice, even if they usually were from a place of somewhat haughty politeness which gave him the opportunity to tease you a little. It was fun to him but he'd long since bypassed the incessant need to get a reaction out of you just so that you're attention was on him.

His shoulder jumped a little at the light kiss you pressed against his neck but he just smiled as you continued to little your little kisses down from his neck to his shoulder, only turning to look at you - wide-eyed in surprise and horribly endearing, really - when he felt you bite at his shoulder, followed by a little nip and kiss in the same place before you rested your head back in the crook of his neck.

"Hahaha…" the gentle laughter was lost on you as your mind drifted to sleep again but you were certain that you felt a nip on your finger.

It wouldn't have been too much of a surprise.

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[xxsycamore]

A Night Too Hot for Sleeping

↬  🧊 ❝ It's enough to cool off your pulse points in order to cool off your whole body. Stay still and let me work.❞ On a night too hot for sleeping, Chevalier leaves the bed to prepare his plan for cooling off the two of you. And he tells you to wait for him naked.

Chevalier Michel x f!Reader • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: Ice Play; Temperature Play; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex; Neck Kissing; Creampie; Aftercare • wordcount: 2,060 • masterlist

a/n: for darling @aquagirl1978 <3 Hope you enjoy ~ Part of Late Summer Rendezvous, prompt 11: A night too hot for sleeping & prompt 10: Hot skin + Cold sensations

It's too hot to sleep tonight.

In the act of throwing the covers off your body, your hand accidentally bumps into Chevalier's on the other side of the bed.

Oh no. Worried that you startled him in his sleep, you freeze for a second, listening to his breathing - but he surprises you in turn, breaking the dead silence of the hot summer night.

"So you too can't sleep."

Seeing right through you is perhaps not such a difficult task for Chevalier when you've shown one too many signs. But while you were tossing around, turning in various positions to seek after the imaginary coldness on the bedsheets where the heat of your body hasn't touched, you thought Chevalier was sleeping. Turns out, he's once again the wiser one, remaining completely still even in his troubled awakeness so as to not produce more body heat in useless movement.

You mutter a hum of assent. "It's awfully hot these days. Might as well give up on sleeping and do something productive instead..."

Chevalier produces a breathy noise that can be both interpreted as a rare show of annoyance towards the smoldering temperatures, and... a tiny sneer.

"You're starting to sound like me, simpleton. But it's futile. The heat would get in the way of your concentration."

Staring at the barely visible contours of the intricate design of the ceiling above, you frown a little at the accent he put on the word you. Right, of course, this won't be a problem for him. But the facts are that he's right here in bed with you, not seated at his desk busying himself with things more productive.

"Instead we can do something to cool ourselves off and attempt to get rest tonight."

You blink at the implication, hazy mind beginning to go through the options once again. Before your mouth can open for a suggestion, the king-size bed whispers a soft creak as Chevalier lifts his weight off the mattress, telling you he'll be returning in a bit.

And to wait for him naked.

You understimulated the difficulty of the task Chevalier left you with. Granted, he's seen every millimeter of your naked flesh, has studied it like a battle map and has familiarized himself with every curve and edge. You're aware of that, and the hint of embarrassment serves only to annoy, in the form of an additional layer of heat on your cheeks. Illogical but sure to gradually fade the less you think about it.

You have a bigger problem. A big, wet problem between your legs.

Chevalier had taught your body to get wet for him upon asking you to strip. Now completely nude, you remove your shaky fingers from between your legs with the liquid proof of that shocking realization. There wasn't as much as a hint of anything suggestive about to take place in this bed upon his arrival, yet here you are, waiting for him ready for something that's not gonna happen.

Your embarrassment suddenly makes more sense, and now you have to deal with two pestering, irritating sensations ruling over your body at once.

The bedroom doors are pushed open and the noise startles you, even if you've been expecting to hear it any second now. Chevalier doesn't bother casting any light upon the bed as he makes his way to it.

"It would be best if you lie on your stomach for this."

Another wave of arousal coils in the pit of your belly as you comply.

The darkness is not on your side as it allows you to make out Chevalier's gaze but not the contents of the tray in his hands. He sets it aside as he begins to take off his own sleepwear behind you where you can't see. He could be down to full nakedness just like you, your mind already vividly painting the picture.

"Brace yourself, this might surprise you."

What will? Hands grasping the sheets, you gulp as your throat dries and your senses sharpen up with anticipation.

Chevalier's warm hand takes hold of the sole of your left foot, as if to keep it in place and prevent sudden movements. Your curiosity is eating you up inside.

Then you feel it. Shocking stimuli of freezing coldness on your ankle, making your whole body shiver.

"Ice..." You gasp out, finally unveiling the mysterious sensation Chevalier inflicted on your body.

You can hear the smirk in his voice as he replies with a single word.

"Correct."

Just as you get used to the welcomed coldness, Chevalier moves to your other ankle, rubbing the ice cube there too.

Barely touching the skin, he traces along the length of your leg and he arrives at the back of your knee and presses it there.

You gasp out your surprise, shoving your head in the pillow to prevent any other such noises from escaping because of how embarrassing it would seem to fall for the same trick thrice, and you can't help it. The fold of your knee is so, so sensitive, and the strong sensation makes good use of it. Chevalier explains, as if reading your thoughts.

"It's enough to cool off your pulse points in order to cool off your whole body. Stay still and let me work."

You had no intentions of doing anything but. You feel the melted ice stream down your skin to soak into the bedsheet and Chevalier replaces it with a new one when he moves to your other knee.

His fingertips are icy as he holds your wrist flush to the bed, even if you've gotten used to the startling sensation and are doing your best at remaining still. You love that he insists on holding you.

The crooks of your elbows receive the same chilling treatment. His next command is for you to prop up on your elbows, so that he can have a better reach of your neck. It's a spot you anticipated, pulsing with heat, and thankfully he doesn't neglect it.

The rivulets of cold water make their way down the valley of your breasts, and for a second you think the position doesn't allow for Chevalier to see them. You're surprised when he traces them with a finger.

"Are you feeling colder now?"

Holding your position with only your lower body rested flush against the bed, you suck on your lip. In order to reach all your spots, Chevalier had moved on top of you, his muscular bare thighs straddling your own legs.

"I... Yes. Thank you."

"Liar."

Ice-cold fingertips trace along your spine, sending a strong shiver. They arrive at your backside, downwards, and then directly at the crux of your nethers.

"This place is burning hot. Why is that?"

Chevalier collects your slick, and you can't see him but you can visualize him stretching it between his fingers for a better look. You have no answer, the only thing escaping past your lips an embarrassing whine.

"Looks like the heat has gotten to your head. No need to answer me."

Chevalier's fingers ghost past your center, and you moan as they make contact with your burning folds. The temperature difference is stimulating you more than you want to admit, and you lower yourself down so you can arch your hips instead. You can't help it, you want more.

Chevalier enters you with two fingers in a familiar gesture of making sure you're stretched out and ready, his ministrations devoid of any means to bring pleasure in the current moment and instead loaded with promise of drowning you in it later. You hear the faint noise of his fingernails scraping against the food tray and water drops hitting the surface. Your eyes open wide.

A low, guttural grunt comes from behind you as you're left with the pulse drumming in your ears, insides clenching as you lay open and ready. Soon you understand what made Chevalier produce that sound.

As he pushes in, your body is sent in shocking yet pleasurable tremors - the man above you is quick to capture your wrists and hold you in place as he slowly slides home. He'd used the ice on his raging arousal in order to make that first thrust euphoric for you. And it's exactly that. He makes sure to go in deeper at a slow pace, gradually stretching you out so you can feel everything, one millimeter at a time - until he bottoms out and lets the sensation be enjoyed to its very end, by both of you.

The smoldering temperature of your core quickly consumes the coldness, but the pleasure only builds up. Chevalier envelopes your body from behind completely, keeping you prone underneath him as he seeks your neck. His lips find your pulse point, where the ice kissed your skin previously, and hastily overwrites it with kisses of his own. Sensation in reverse, Chevalier's mouth is hot on your freshly chilled neck, and you find that just as stimulating. He's been inside you for only a couple of thrusts yet your body already sings with approaching climax.

"Let me hear you."

You grasp the sheets harder, knuckles turning white, and abandon your last remains of decency as you let Chevalier hear what he's doing to you. His content grunt is barely audible under your own sounds yet unmistakable as it makes your insides convulse around his thick length.

Chevalier plows into you at a fast, rewarding pace, fucking you into the mattress until you're a puddle of pleasure, the only thing preventing your body from being completely limp and pliant being the growing need for release that makes you all spasms and tightening muscles and desperate sounds. Chevalier doesn't tease; at this point you'll get what you want, and perhaps that's exactly what he wants, as well. Still, with your position preventing you from clinging onto him, you're completely at his mercy.

The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the hot night, and Chevalier's thrusts grow frantic, making you lose control. You scream his name out loud and throw yourself at the consuming fire, climaxing hard around Chevalier, sucking him deeper in as each wave of pleasure rocks through your body.

Chevalier holds you down through it all, fucking into you to hear another scream, and another, letting all that he hears, and sees, and feels, inevitably bring him to the edge of his own climax. Until he tips over.

Holding you by the shoulders, he bottoms out in you harshly, hitting your deepest parts and spilling his semen there. Making you feel it paint your insides white; seconds becoming eternity until he thrusts again, just as deeply, and again and again, until your walls milk every last drop of him.

You can only compare it to the rumbling purr of a large tiger when he contently pulls his length out of you to watch his cum leak out of your hole, aftershocks of pleasure sending shivers down your body and likely he feels it too.

You don't know how Chevalier resists the urge to plop down on the bed all spent and glowing with satisfaction, but there he is, tending to your body instead. He cleans you with a wet cloth that interestingly was on the same tray he brought into the room. Which makes you remember...

"The ice must have melted already... You couldn't use it on yourself... I'm sorry."

Without missing a beat, Chevalier carefully finishes up cleaning you, letting out a small huff.

"You needn't worry about that. A small exercise like that naturally helps with both regulating body heat and bettering the quality of sleep."

Finally feeling the mattress dip again with Chevalier's weight, you relax and observe how right he is about it all. Even after what you just did, you don't feel all that hot. It's mostly dark, but you can still see the contours of his chiseled face as he lays his head on the pillow.

You suck on your bottom lip in thought.

"So we could just do that since the beginning?"

Realizing what you just said, you feel the embarrassment creep on your cheeks once again, and even though it's hot, you still feel like hiding your face under the covers. Chevalier holds your gaze with an unmistakable little smirk that tells you volumes about exactly why he chose not to just do that since the beginning.

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Blizzard

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Pairing : Licht X MC

Genre : Angst with fluff

TW : Mentions of blood .

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Day ?? of @kissmetwicekissmedeadly 's visions of temptation event! And my first contribution to kinktober <3

PROMPT: NOT WEARING UNDERWEAR,

genre: fluff (if you squint), nsfw, mdni

warnings: dirty talk, variation of doggy style, dacryphilia, praise kink, penetrative sex, female bodied reader

wordcount: 1k

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You’re a tease. A terrible one at that, who should have known better than to play with your husband’s nerves. 

Honestly Chevalier doesn’t know what you were thinking, showing up to his office in nothing but a light nightdress, the thin fabric giving him a sinful outline of your pert nipples and the short hem giving him a sweet taste of your bare core. 

Surely you must have known what you were doing, because there was no way you’d be as naive as to play with fire and hope not to get burned. Because whilst most people thought Chevalier made of ice, around you he breathed nothing but passionate flames and inspired nothing but fire. 

“What do you think you are doing?” He asks, the hints of a smirk on his lips as he gazes at you. 

“Me? Nothing. I’m simply here to wish you good night.” You say with a grin that has his heart swelling, your eyes glinting with mischievous intent. You know exactly what you are doing, naughty simpleton that you are. 

He watches you slipping out of his office, your scent still embracing his senses and beguiling him to your side. Amusement dances in his eyes, clear blue shadowed by flaming desire. 

You wouldn’t be able to complain about this one. And if you did, he’d be proud to remind you of how you brought this upon yourself. 

You’re on the bed, ass up in the air and chest flat against the mattress as Chevalier pounds into you from behind. A hot tear pearls down your cheek as his merciless thrusts push you forward, his hand clamped on your mouth to muffle your pathetic moans and cries of his name. 

He’s rough, knocking the air out of your lungs with every slam of his hips against yours, eager to see just how long you can last without screaming his name. 

You always try so hard to keep quiet for your son whose bedroom lies just beside yours, biting your lower lip to repress any moan that threatens to spill out of you. 

And as much as Chevalier adores how caring you are for your child, he loves how it only takes his cock drilling inside of you for you to break and sing for him, any thought thrown out of the window as your cries pierce through the silence of the night. 

He leans over you, firm chest against your back as his hot breath fans over the heated skin of your nape. Merciless as he pushes his cock deeper inside of you, stretching you out for him and carving his love inside of you. 

He smirks as you whimper in his embrace. 

“Tu aimes ça, n'est-ce pas ? Devoir rester silencieuse pour ne pas le réveiller alors que je te baise.” (You like it, don't you? Having to keep quiet for our son when I fuck you?) He whispers in your ear, as he ruts his hips against yours, enjoying how it only takes him the right angle and his cock nudging at your sweetest spot for your eyes to cross. 

You can only nod, silenced by his hand and lost to the warmth coiling in your stomach. Thoughts blur and sentences jumble in your head. You flutter around him as the meaning of his words dawn on you. His pants and the slap of his balls against your clit the only thing you can hear through the daze of your pleasure. 

“Tu me prends si bien.” (You take me so well) He groans, on the verge of tumbling down his release. And your desire pools inside of you at the sinful edge to his voice, for Chevalier never groans or grunts, never betrays any sign of vulnerability, apart from when he’s buried deep between your folds and about to give him the fruits of his release. 

But he can’t have that, because Chevalier insists on you coming first, for the sole purpose of watching you lose control as your limbs quiver with the flashes of your release. 

His arm snakes around your waist, fingers trailing down your stomach and flicking over your clit. Electricity jolts through your veins as his thumb dances on your bud, sparks of white flying in your vision as you climb up the ropes of pleasure. 

“Tu vas jouir pour moi, n’est-ce pas ?” (You're going to cum for me, right?) He questions and you have half a mind to nod again, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he sheathes himself all the way inside of you. “Answer me.” 

He knows it takes all your strength for you to formulate a coherent answer and keep your voice even. He doesn’t care, he likes to taste the pleasure stuttering on your tongue. 

“Ye-Yes! Mmhm- so close!” You cry in a wanton moan, “Don-Don’t stop!” 

Oh, he has no intention in stopping, not when you’re so close and your walls flutter around him. Instead his fingers tease at your sensitive clit some more, in pace with his thrusts. 

“Bonne- Ngh- fille.” (Good girl) His words trail down your skin and send a shiver up your spine just as you reach your high. Your jaw falling in a silent cry of his name as dots of hot white pleasure crowd your vision. 

His arms tighten around you, holding you up against him as your pleasure ripples through you, a grunt rumbling through his chest as your walls clamp down on his cock and coax his own orgasm out of him.

His hips stutter with one final thrust, sheathing his cock deep between your folds and painting your insides white with his release. Pulling out just in time for a cry from your three year old to ring through the house. 

With a soft smile he gets out of bed and leans over, placing a tender kiss to your brow as he buttons up his shirt and puts on his underwear. 

“I’ll take care of him. You rest and go to sleep.” 

With that he steps out of your room and into the bedroom of your son. And after a few seconds the crying stops, instead replaced by the gentle voice of your husband as he sings your child back to sleep. 

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Now announcing.... 'My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange!

A sweet and spicy holiday to celebrate with your true love

The fifth installment in the Ikémen Gift Exchanges hosted by @ikemenlibrary. This one’s a bit different, as it’s not for a specific fandom, but instead, a romantic holiday! 

This is open to all of the current Ikémen games released in English servers!

Main Info:

Event: Gift Exchange

Fandom(s): Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku, Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Revolution

Creation time: January 19 - February 16 Gift sharing: February 17-18

You can sign up for the exchange here

The deadline to submit your submission to join the exchange will be due on January 12.

You will have a month to create a Valentine’s gift for your recipient and an Ikémen character that they have given to you out of their list. 

If you're interested in joining, please make sure to get your answers completed and sent in before January 12. You can edit your sign up form after it’s been submitted, but please make sure to let me (the host)  know if you’ve done that, as I do not get notified when that happens and I want to make sure everyone’s happy with up to date information. Once the deadline passes, I will turn off the link to edit or submit so if you have any problems after then, please contact me directly.

Once I get everyone’s information organized and sorted, I will be reaching out to everyone individually on January 19 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to create for, as well as any extra information to share at that point in time.

When your application has been accepted for the gift exchange, I will reach out with a link to join the Discord server (if you aren’t already in it from previous exchanges).**

Please let me know if you have any questions! I can be reached via Tumblr DM or if you have my Discord from previous exchanges, you may find me there as well <3

Disclaimer: **Please note before signing up that I do have a Discord server that I encourage everyone to join. We’d love for all the participants (myself included!) to get to know one another, work together, and potentially help each other out within the event. We also have some fun bots to play with!

If using Discord is something you are absolutely not comfortable with, please message me before you send in an application so I am aware that you will not be joining and can mark it down on my end for organization purposes. (If I’ve spoken to you about this before, just specify in the sign up sheet, there’s no reason to need to reach out again!)

Below the cut, there is a new update to the rules I’ve previously had in place. This is also reflected in the sign up sheet. Please let me know if you have any questions!**

Can’t wait to see you all soon!

**I just wanted to give a quick update on the rules, as I have changed a few things slightly this time around.

The minimum word requirement for fanfiction updated from 800 to 850 words

The fan art requirement has been updated from being lined with a colored drawing, to also require a background as well (this can be a solid color, or scenery, or whatever you decide. The background just cannot be white (of course, special cases may occur and I will leave it up to the artists stylistic choice))

This time around, you cannot select specific characters from a list who you aren’t interested in creating for. That would be too messy with 4 fandoms. Instead, you will get more options of characters to create based on your choices you fill out on the sign up form

You must be ready to share progress during the halfway check in point via Google Drive/Docs if you are a fanfiction creator. If you do not have access to using one of these, please send me whatever you have during the check in, and I will copy it into my Google Drive. This is so if there becomes a time where you lose your progress on something other than Google, there will still be a copy existing, even if it doesn’t completely reflect your current progress. 

This will all be reiterated in the information key you will be given at the time assignments go out, so don’t worry about remembering this for the time being

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[fic] Where Does Such Tenderness Come From

Where Does Such Tenderness Come From

Ikemen Prince | Clavis Lelouch x f!Reader | G | 6.7k words ao3 link

In another universe, you were Belle, and you fell in love with a prince. And nothing came of it.

A/N: For @violettduchess's One Suitor, One Prompt event! This is a canon alternate universe where Emma had never been Belle and it's reader-chan who became one. It's understandably canon divergence, and everything is slightly nicer in this AU.

I did not expect this fic to be long! It's my first time writing him as the central character in a serious (?) fic, so I don't know if I got him right (it's AU anyway >.>). I've proofread this twice, so any mistakes and inconsistencies that survived is still my fault lol.

Title is from a Marina Tsvetaeva poem. Hope you enjoy! :)

prologue 

Sariel observes you as you lay out your arguments for your choice as the next king. He makes no reaction to anything you say—a veritable politician in your eyes. When you finish, he hums, and nods to himself, a small smile creeping in.

“Excellent,” he says, “I knew that I did not make a mistake in choosing you as Belle.”

“I did my best,” you demur.

Outside the chamber, the halls are empty except next to the door, where Prince Chevalier is leaning against the wall, head in repose. He opens his eyes upon your appearance, his gaze cutting in its severity.

He says: “It is done.”

“Yes. I suppose congratulations are in order.”

“Hmph.” He moves to enter the chamber—most likely to speak with Sariel—but as he passes you, he adds: “Do not forget that you’re indebted to me. I will collect it soon.”

A smile finds its way to your face, the muscles of your cheeks heavy with amusement and apprehension in equal measure. “Of course, Your Majesty.”

The title is ignored and he strides away, leaving you alone in the hallway, leading to where your old life awaits you.

You take the first step, then another—and another—and another. To your right, the tall windows glow with the morning shimmer of the palace gardens. And then you think to yourself, you’re going to miss the palace, Sariel, and even the princes. Especially—

No. That’s a dangerous thought. You suppose it’s all for the best. It’s impossible from the beginning anyway.

1.

King Chevalier tells him one day: “A newly formed group of merchants near the Rhodolite-Benitoite border has been engaging in potentially treasonous activities. Investigate it.”

Words of challenge sear his tongue, but Clavis swallows them down like all other instances in the past, opting to plaster an obnoxious grin on his face, teeth almost grinding against each other.

“Oh? And where did you get that information? Surely that little intelligence should have gone over to me before it could reach you. Your dear little fool of a brother no longer trustworthy? How shocking.” The last two sentences are punctuated with the unpleasant grit of sarcasm, but Clavis makes sure that his sentiment is known.

Of course, Chevalier swats the jab away. “Don’t be absurd. Why do you think I’m sending you there?”

There’s an abrupt collapse of everything Clavis has put up in front of his elder brother, and for the first few seconds he just stands there, staring. Chevalier rolls his eyes as if the exchange pains him, as if Clavis is slow on the uptake, which starts him up again, filing this detail for later inspection. For now there are much more pressing matters.

“When will you send me away?” When Chevalier levels him a look due to his wording, Clavis just shrugs, the twitch on the corners of his lips noticeable.

“Tonight.”

“Eager to get rid of me?” Clavis laughs. Then he says, “Of course, of course, as you wish, Your Grumpy Majesty.”

He leaves the office without a glance behind, tamping down the desire for another bout of petty comeback.

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Towns situated near kingdom borders always adopt a mixture of its local culture and its neighboring one. The one Clavis visits, while still filled with gardens of the nation’s trademark roses, has the colors and splendor of Benitoite. Because it's the kingdom known for its trade and soft power, budding merchants gather in towns like these to try their luck at trade, and the goods they acquire become part of the local scene. Clavis reminds himself to peruse the current supply of medical ingredients later.

A few minutes’ walk outside the town lies a mansion, considered as one of the sites for social gathering and negotiation of goods. Years ago, a wealthy merchant retired to the then-abandoned mansion and opened its doors for anything market-related. Since then, it has also been used as temporary residence for traveling merchants and trade diplomats.

Clavis is dressed more modestly than usual, but continues to be recognizable to those who know of him. Cyran trails after him at a distance, slower in pace and more alert in observation. Today is reconnaissance—the need for action remains to be seen, but Clavis insists on bringing his sword as both precaution and identification.

As the mansion entrance becomes sharper with proximity, the doors burst open and out comes the person Clavis least expects to see here and now and in the foreseeable future.

You freeze mid-step, eyes bulging in shock at seeing Clavis. Needless to say, the feeling is mutual.

“You—” a storm passes your face, before you remember who you’re talking to “—r Highness.”

It takes him longer to say something, but the glee that lights up inside him makes up for it. “Dear dear dear oh dear, what have we here?”

Underneath the glee: something tender, a twist in his chest that refuses to leave, however dull, beating in sync with his heart.

interlude

Just a few more days left before you decide on a new king. You had a vague idea of who you'd pick; you just needed a last-minute interaction to cement your decision. This was one of the things that you took pride in. At first, hearing Sariel's pronouncement that you'd become the next Belle had been such a surreal experience that you weren't sure if you were just being pranked by your mischievous neighbors. But now, with your notes and your newfound knowledge and the friendships that you'd made during your time in the palace, you're certain that you were going to finish your tenure with ironclad conviction.

You entered your room, humming to yourself. And that humming escalated into a shriek when you found Clavis perched on your bed, his troublemaker smile present.

“Good evening, my lovely partner-in-crime.”

“Not a good evening—you almost gave me a heart attack!”

Clavis laughed—that eventually petered off to nothing. You sensed the shift in mood, and you followed, closing the distance and sitting next to him.

“Did something happen?”

An upward tug of his lips. “What did you think happened?”

“I don't know—you tell me.”

“Oh, my dear partner-in-crime,” he said, singsong, “is that worry I hear in your tone?”

Normally you'd deny it. Perhaps it's because of the approaching day of your decision—it made you feel sentimental and a little more honest—that you told him, “Yeah—actually, yes. I am worried.”

It was worth it for his surprised blink.

You grabbed the opportunity to tease. “What—you're gonna miss me after all this?”

He didn't answer right away, his wide-eyed expression prolonged in the pulsing quietness of the room. Then he recovered, and said with frankness, “You know it, don't you.”

“I'm sorry?”

He shuffled, the rustle of the blankets loud, until his body faced towards you completely. “There's something between us, you can feel it. I can certainly feel it. So why not act on it?” He leaned forward, closer; his scent strong from this lack of distance, and you could almost feel the puffs of his breath.

The sharpness of your inhale sliced through the ensuing silence.

He wasn’t wrong. The burgeoning feelings you harbored for him surfaced in your awareness on the day of your accidental kiss. Try as you might to crumple it into a ball and tuck it away behind you—out of sight, out of mind—things didn’t always end up how you planned for. Love was a tricky thing to maneuver, and it wasn't for long that you gave up denying it—at least to yourself—and cradled it to your bosom, regardless of whether he knew or not.

But accepting the feelings for yourself was vastly different from acting upon it and accepting the consequences.

And that was what you weren't ready to accept.

“Let's say you're right,” you began, slowly and carefully, “what then? What would happen if we acted on it?”

“Then we get what we both want.”

The inside of your mouth tasted bitter.

“What do we want?”

And in the space that followed, there was only the echoes of breath—and the glassy, shuttered countenance of a prince who was unable to answer a simple question.

“Oh, Clavis,” you whispered, leaning away. “I'm sorry, but I think it's better for us if we pretend this never happened.”

You expected a protest, a challenge, a sly taunt that would turn your decision around. But there was only a wistful gaze; lips parted halfway, an aborted response.

Only silence.

And that—that was something you were willing to accept.

2.

“Isn’t there something in the contract that says once I’m done with being Belle, I’d never see all of you again?”

You’re looking at Cyran but the question is aimed at him. You’re probably rigidly following the clauses of the Belle contract like an unquestioning soldier, but the desire to cup your face and turn it to his direction bubbles up inside Clavis.

He immediately stomps that part of him. You’ve made your thoughts clear to him before you went home, and a gentleman respects a lady’s wishes, no matter his personal feelings. But here, right now, the way the surroundings frame your form, the bag of tools hanging over your arm, a roll of fabric on the other …

It’s—well.

Beside him Cyran shifts, obviously uncomfortable despite trying to hide it.

“You know, my lady,” he starts. Glances surreptitiously at Clavis. “Did you know that the pri—”

Clavis cuts him off. “Clause 99 only applies to the chosen king. And you chose my dear, beloved older brother for that.” He feels his mouth stretch into a strange smile. “Having second thoughts?”

Finally, your gaze snaps to him. It tastes like victory.

“Of course not!” you say, tightening your hold on your things. “I’m proud of my choice and I don’t regret it. I trust King Chevalier to bring prosperity and security to our kingdom.”

And that victory decays into something ugly, spoiling his expression—the twitch of his cheek, the dip of his eyebrows. You must’ve noticed it, because something flashed in your own expression, like a trap activating. It calcifies your posture into stone.

Cyran feels the shift in the air, and he frantically salvages the mood. “In any case, Prince Clavis is here for a reason, but we didn’t expect you to be here as well. What are you doing here, my lady?”

And in a blink the caution is gone. Your face smoothens into that familiar, friendly shine. Clavis swallows the sourness that has pooled inside his mouth.

“Me?” you say, genuinely confused. “I’m here for work.”

There’s a prolonged silence after, in which Clavis and Cyran feel compelled to look at each other in surprise. But an idea sprouts inside Clavis’s scheming head, and the smile he adorns this time is wild and delighted. It doesn’t escape your notice, because you take a step back out of suspicion, having known him long enough to recognize the signs.

“No,” you say, unprompted. “No. No.”

“What are you talking about?” Clavis says, cheerful. “I didn’t ask anything.”

“I know that look. And my answer is no.”

He takes a step forward. “Even if I asked nicely?”

You take another step back. “No.”

Another step forward. “Even if I beg?”

The step falters. Clavis narrows his eyes like a predator gaining on prey. Almost there. “C-Clavis, no …”

Clavis. Another push. “Even if I tell you that the fate of Rhodolite rests upon this assignment, and that I need you for it?”

A complicated look descends on your face, and Clavis forgets to breathe, waiting for your response. He clocks in the moment you give in, and his hand twitches to touch your lips, tracing the shape of your words.

“All right … All right. What do I need to do?”

He doesn’t raise his hand, doesn’t touch you, your lips, but it overwhelms him like floodwater.

interlude

The books that Emma sent you were heavy on your arms, but you strived to carry them all the way to the library. This was important—a gamble, yes, but crucial to your bet with Nokto. The prince's cooperation was the key, and you're determined to win.

Suddenly, the books became lighter.

“How is my lovely partner-in-crime doing on this lovely day?”

“I am not your partner-in-crime,” you said. Clavis hovered, half of the books appearing on his arms. They seemed as light as feathers when he carried them.

“Oh?” he said in that way of his—a crescendo, like it was a challenge. “The way you hung over me last night, ardently pouring Sariel's liquor at the pond says otherwise.”

“I needed to get my message across to Sariel. Else he'd subject me to suffering again.”

Clavis laughed, as if your suffering was amusing. Then he studied the book cover. “Donating some books?”

“Not exactly,” you said, almost absent-minded. “I'm going to give it to Prince Chevalier. He mentioned before that he was interested in reading some foreign books on political economy, so I pulled some strings to acquire these. I don't know how he'd manage to read them if he wasn't fluent in—”

You stopped. The second set of footsteps were absent.

Several paces behind stood Clavis, unmoving, just watching you with an unreadable glint in his eyes.

“Prince Clavis?”

He tilted his head, his brows in knots. The line of his mouth pulled down in an angry moue.

“You're doing this for my brother?”

“Um, yes?”

He frowned as if he couldn't understand. “Why?”

“Um, because?” It wasn't like you could tell him of your bet with Nokto; that would invite rumors, unpleasant ones, and Clavis was already a troublemaker enough on his own. You didn't want to fend off another set of stressors. You'd just gotten the hang of entertaining this particular prince.

He narrowed his eyes in suspicion. Then—you weren't sure—you heard a click of his tongue before Clavis was back to his usual troublemaking self. But somehow, his smirk seemed to curve askew.

“Well, then!” he said, loud and cheerful. “Let's visit my very intelligent brother together, shall we?”

3.

The merchants buy their story: the palace commissioned you to make uniforms a month before Rhodolite declared her new king. Palace Minister Sariel was so impressed by your work that some princes had noticed—one of whom was Prince Clavis, who consequently requested you to design him a coat.

“It’s displayed in my room, at a corner where I can easily see it and admire its details,” Clavis says with a fond smile, while you gawk at him like he’s weird. The important thing is that the merchants are lapping it up, eyes sparkling with the revelation that their decision to hire you was right, and the opportunity to sidle closer to a prince who’s directly connected to the king. This allows you to stay a few days longer in the town, work longer in the mansion with him as your current client—and that affords you to become his eyes and ears at the places he and Cyran can’t reach.

“I feel underqualified for this,” you tell him later, after the introductions and the meeting that proceeded next.

“Nonsense! You were splendid when you were Belle,” Clavis assures, and that may be a genuine sentiment, but the way it’s conveyed has you glaring at him. “Even now I am grateful that you thoughtfully offered yourself to personally deliver my gift to Chev.”

As expected: you pale at the memory. “I didn’t know you were trying to poison him! I didn’t know you suck at cooking! You weren’t there when I opened the cover and he saw what’s inside! I did not sleep for days!”

Clavis sniffs, and then brings a hand up to wipe away an imaginary tear. “So, so thoughtful.”

And then you pause in reminiscence. Whatever you remember, it has you dedicating your whole attention to him, and Clavis preens under it.

“You know, now that I think about it …” you begin, and the knowing tone you adopt warns Clavis into caution. “Prince Chevalier did eat your cooking …”

Clavis stumbles. “What?”

He must’ve heard wrong. Or you’re pulling his leg. There’s no way Chevalier would indulge him this way—crossing swords, yes, but others? That brother of his would rather march alone into a battlefield to face an army than cater to someone—anyone, at all.

“He took a bite of your dish, scowled, and tried to murder me with his eyes.”

But he doesn’t hear your words; he’s still arrested by the news that Chevalier did, indeed, eat his cooking. And you catch him frozen in shock, because your demeanor melts into something softer.

“Your Highness,” you say, “let’s prepare for step one of our plan, yes?”

Clavis knows what you’re doing, but right now, he has no other choice but to accept your offer of reprieve, so he says, “You’re very diligent for someone who complained earlier, aren’t you?”

You only smile in response.

interlude

Going to his room was always an exercise in courage; going inside, however, stupidity. But Clavis had overtaken you on the way to the library and handed you a tray of food, said, Breakfast for our dear Chevalier; he wanted to eat and our people are too busy to deliver the meal to him. Why don't you do the honor of bringing it to his room?

And now you're in front of his bedroom door, trembling hand poised to knock when it opened on its own and out came the man himself.

“Good morning, Your Highness.”

Chevalier took one look at the tray you're holding and your nervous smile and he sighed, as if expecting something like this to happen. But he didn't say anything; just stepped to the side and—surprise, surprise!—let you in.

“Thank you so much.”

You placed the tray on a clean table and waited for him to sit. The silver cover reflected his skeptical face and you began to explain, partly to appease him, partly to fill the tense silence in the room.

“Right. I was told that you asked for breakfast and there was no one available to bring it to you, so Prince Clavis—”

“Hah.”

“—Prince Clavis asked me to do it. And here you are, Your Highness.” You reached for the handle to remove the cover. “Your breakfast. Please enjoy.”

The tense silence graduated into frigid after the reveal, and you squirmed at his icy expression. When you followed his gaze, you blanched.

“Oh my god.”

You should have known. You should have known. The fact that it was Clavis who asked you for that favor should have clued you in, but his smile was pretty at the time, especially when the sunlight that sneaked through the window hit his face in a way that highlighted his amused eyes.

“I'm so sorry,” you stammered, trying to salvage the situation. Chevalier was watching you now with murder in his eyes, and you almost dropped the metal cover. “I-I'll return this right away—pleasedon'tkillme.”

Your limbs locked when you heard him sigh, and a gloved hand reached for the spoon and in your head you chanted no no no but only watched, morbidly fascinated, when Chevalier took a spoonful and brought the abomination to his mouth.

Your jaw dropped.

As he chewed, Chevalier locked eyes with you—a taunt, a warning, a threat—and you gulped and tried your best to be one with the floor.

He swallowed the objectionable thing, which made him even more invincible in your eyes, and took the cover from you. Without breaking eye contact, he set the cover back on the plate and said, “Get out.”

You'd never followed an order so willingly in your life. “Yessir!”

4.

In the mansion’s backyard, there’s a large fountain that stopped working months ago. It’s huge enough that a couple of people can take a soak. While the mechanism for the pump is no longer usable, the caretaker still fills the reservoir with water, and during the afternoons when the sun is high up, the water sparkles gold, a cluster of shiny waves that steals the attention.

On the third day of his stay in the mansion, Clavis meets you by the fountain for a report. It’s a few hours before noon, clouds aloft beneath the vivid blue sky.

“Any progress?”

Your brows knit in thought. “I think so. I don’t know if this is helpful or just a false lead …”

“Let’s hear it anyway.”

As you relay your findings, Clavis glances back at the mansion. Even from where he stands, he can see a couple of silhouettes behind the second-storey windows. Merchants who still doubt his intentions, perhaps; who want to watch his every move.

Suddenly, a plan develops in his mind.

He takes a step forward. Another. And another. Until the tips of his shoes touch yours. You're watching him move closer and closer, this time not retreating, which gives him hope. He dips his head next to your ear, mindful of the witnesses inside the mansion, and whispers:

“Do you want to play a game?”

“No,” you whisper back, but the fraction-tilt of your head intimates that you understand his intention. In the corner of his vision, he sees you dart your gaze at the building. You're too quick for your own good.

“That's too bad; it's going to be a fun game.”

“Not when you're too close to me.”

Clavis immediately steps backward. Grins at you, while you only continue to observe him warily.

“You didn't have to move close.”

“But isn't that part of the fun? And besides, we are already playing the game right now.”

“Then why ask me if I wanted to play?”

“I always ask first, you know.”

“Not always.”

“Those that count, then.”

“Fine, I'll play the game,” you say, fixing your posture as if bracing yourself. As if Clavis is an opponent you're determined to win against—which is kind of cute. “Cyran did say something like pretending as part of the plan …”

“Cyran told you that?” He feels an eyebrow twitch. “Well, now, isn’t that unfair.”

“I already said I'll play. I'll do it, come on. I'm ready. I know they're watching right now. Give me your best shot.”

And Clavis laughs. The entire conversation, he didn't miss the fleeting way your gaze drops to his lips, as if remembering a memory that still lays vivid in his mind. It's almost a confirmation, but Clavis knows where you both stand with each other—except despite his want to stay behind the line that you drew for each other, the desire to cross that threshold lingers like an insistent tug.

He steps forward again. And again. And again until again the warmth of your body mingles with his own. His fingers hover on your temple, brush against a stray lock of your hair, insert it behind your ear. His eyes track yours, how they go from point to another point of his face—eyes to nose to cheeks to beauty mark to, finally, lips.

“I'm a gentleman,” he begins, and your gaze snaps back to his, “so I have to ask again: are you playing this game with me?”

It stretches—your gazes at each other. It stretches and lingers and sighs at the stillness of the moment. You swallow, a short-lived dilemma, and then nod, a small one that Clavis catches nonetheless.

“Then—” He angles his head in the most optimal way that their spectators in the mansion could see and brings his lips to yours.

It's just a press, soft and light—definitely longer than the first time your mouths brushed, once upon a time. His half-mast eyes drawing closed, missing the way yours flutter before shutting tight. But the way you press back is apparent, and Clavis knows, down to the marrow of his bones, that you want this too. That you've always wanted this—whatever this is between you. It doesn't matter how vehement and how often your denial is of your feelings; you always look back when you walk away.

He doesn't pry open your lips (that's for another time), but he does sigh at the feeling, the warm pressure that comes from your body almost touching his, the way your hands slowly and hesitantly come up to his chest and clutch at his lapels. His own hand tightens on the back of your head, the other settles on your waist.

It feels like a lifetime—an infinite thread between then and now—before you part, hands still clinging to where they are. You look at Clavis and a sigh escapes you; the nerves on his hands alight with something that could alter the rest of your stay.

“Clavis—”

He lets go of you and retreats, zooming onto the windows of the mansion. Figureless glass, closed curtains. They've seen what he wants them to see. It's up to Cyran to fan those flames further.

“They fell for it,” he says. When he returns to you, you're looking at him with a peculiar expression, and Clavis wants to kiss you again.

He doesn't. Instead he claps his hands, smirks, and says, “Now, we'll move on to the best part of the plan.”

interlude

It happened so quickly you wondered whether it happened at all.

You and Yves were in a heated discussion about pastries, with you extolling the sublime virtues of pouring chocolate over croissants and Yves arguing for more adventurous baking recipes, such as tea-flavored cake. You were both so involved in the conversation that you missed the very obvious pitfall trap in your path.

“And one other thing about this cake—”

Yves never got to make his point because his next step landed on nothing but air.

His scream pulled you back into alertness, and you would've fallen too, had it not been for a hand that grabbed your wrist and tugged you out of the way.

“What—” Your body was dragged into another body, and you whirled around—and your lips touched something like another set of lips—

—before you jerked yourself away, searching for the source.

Clavis stood in front of you, slightly in a daze.

But just as you were to call his name, Yves's voice startled you out of your next move.

“Prince Yves! Hang on, I'll get you out of there!”

When you turned back, Clavis was gone. It was an odd thing; you knew that he'd brag about his trap and laugh at your gullibility, but he prevented you from falling and in that sequence of events you accidentally kissed him.

It was so quick that you might have just imagined it. His reaction, however, was anything but.

5.

Turns out, Chevalier is right: half of the merchants who've gathered in the mansion throbbed with the desire to stage a rebellion. They'd been committed in recruiting people to their cause, convincing them that royalty should no longer hold the power and instead it's the merchants who should. In their hubris, they'd approached Clavis with the intention to pull him into their side, after seeing him kiss you by the fountain. With that image alone the merchants had concocted to themselves the elaborate story of a royal and a commoner falling in love and being unable to stay together because of the differences in status. They'd talked to Clavis, asked about you and his sentiments, complimented his affections, sweet-talked their way into his good graces—At this current state, it is an act looked down upon for a prince to marry a commoner girl, and we sympathize, we really do, so we wanted to change the tradition, we're in talks with Benitoite and Obsidian right now and—and thought to themselves that they'd truly caught a big fish in him.

When Chevalier strides into the path that leads to the mansion, a number of soldiers marching behind him, it's you who notices first. That dampens Clavis's mood somewhat, but he has momentarily forgotten that someone with a great sense of responsibility like you would not greet the king; rather, you retreat further into the mansion, backing yourself into an empty room on the third floor, waiting until the king finishes his business.

“Clause 99 is a downer, huh.” Clavis leans against the doorframe, watching you organize your luggage.

You don't glance at him when you answer, so you have no idea of the expressions that flit through Clavis's face as you speak. “I suppose. The king has become a good friend during the time I was Belle, and now I can no longer meet him again—it's sad.”

“Friend?” The word and its association with his brother sound like a ridiculous combination. “You're friends with Chevalier?”

You jerk and look up at him, surprised. “Yes? I'd like to think that we get along. Is that so hard to believe?”

“You're not ... in love with him?” Sometimes, he’s led to believe that he’s in a scandalous love triangle—your heart torn between a callous beast and a dashing, charismatic villain. It’s the kind of love story that will stir Rhodolitians for years.

You look indignant even at the suggestion. “Of course not! Where in the world did you get that idea?!”

“You were very close with him during that one month, you can't blame anyone for thinking that you two are involved.”

“I don't like him that way! God. I just supply him foreign books every now and then. I know somebody who works at a bookstore and who could get almost any kind of book.”

This is turning out to be a lovely story. “So you were bribing him.”

The look you give him is baleful. “Not bribe—just encouragement.”

He can't help it—Clavis laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs until you throw a sock at him. He catches it easily, and he laughs again.

“That's so cute,” he says, wiping tears off his eyes, “dear Chev getting bribes! Books! Of course.”

From where you sit, you grumble.

There's a lull in the moment where you study him, something bright in your eyes that compels him to repeat the words he said to you months ago, in that palace room that once housed you, your scattered notes and your cloths and your sewing tools spread across the bed. The words that slice him open and uproot the foundations of his self. In this lull of a moment, with your clear gaze and your soft expression, Clavis finds his courage once again, and he opens his mouth to say—

“Your Highness, the king has called for your presence.”

The moment passes.

Clavis swallows the words and directs his attention to Cyran, who’s boggled at the thick, tense air in the room. He decides to concentrate on Clavis, who is struck with the longing to send Cyran on a wild goose chase. But he doesn't give in to the urge.

“Goodness, the king doesn't like to wait, does he?” he says amicably, smiling at Cyran, who continues to grow confused. Clavis doesn't move from his place. “It's almost as if he wants to separate me and Belle like a villain in a tragic novel. I should be the villain, you know.”

“Prince Clavis?”

Clavis sighs theatrically.

Then your voice, quiet and decisive—and Clavis has a feeling about the words that will come out from your lips.

“Clavis. You should go.”

He stares at you, all dramatics gone.

“Should I?”

Your luggage has already been organized since a few minutes ago, but you pretend to arrange it still, just to have your hands occupied with something.

“Yes,” you say to your clothes, and it's silent after that. Once or twice: the sound of Cyran's boots tapping.

“Then this is goodbye.”

“Yes.”

One more time. One more time. He waits.

Nothing.

He's not surprised, but it's disappointing all the same.

“Goodbye, then.”

“Yes. Goodbye.”

He leaves the mansion without looking back.

◈

Chevalier orders Clavis to ride the carriage with him and give his report during the journey back to the palace. He follows with a fanfare that he's sure Chevalier will find annoying, but will just grit his teeth and bear the noise. Clavis injects all the ludicrous embellishments he can insert because he can, and because he knows Chevalier's already informed of the details, regardless of whether Clavis tells him the truth or not.

He tries a different tack.

“I do wonder how our former Belle found herself working in that mansion, though.” He observes his brother for any infinitesimal reaction, and all he gets is a set of closed eyes opening, an unimpressed glare beneath those eyelids.

Clavis has a feeling that Chevalier was involved in that little surprise, but he doesn't know how and why.

“The little cub has a debt, and she has finally paid her dues.”

His hands curl into fists. And he stomps the treasonous desire to unsheathe his sword and point it at the king.

“And what debt is that?”

“None of your concern,” Chevalier replies breezily, unperturbed about the growing animosity that crackles in the air.

“Really, dear brother? How cruel of you.” He lets out a frustrated exhale. “That's nothing new, though.”

Chevalier only snorts at that and nothing else.

When they reach the palace, the soldiers line up to greet the arrival of the king, and Clavis spies Sariel emerge from the main doors, his tongue clicking in reflex. Chevalier doesn't wait for Clavis and goes straight to the palace minister presumably to talk about the recent arrests. He's about to sneak out when Sariel's greeting catches him.

“Welcome back, hellcat,” Sariel says, his tone ambiguous enough to interpret his words as disappointed.

Clavis gives him his most infuriating grin. “Missed me?”

“We'll continue this at my office,” Chevalier cuts in, already heading inside, his cloak whipping in time with his movement.

“Well?” Clavis says later, when he and Chevalier are back in the office, with the familiar documents and books and pens. The smell of ink and paper permeate the whole room. 

Chevalier doesn't let him breathe before saying, “I'm assigning you to root out any potential rebels here.” He points to the capital city on the map.

Clavis almost throws the documents he's holding in Chevalier's direction.

“Care to elaborate?”

Behind the king, sunlight filters through the windows. It's late afternoon, so the shade of light has warmer and richer hues that paint Chevalier's silhouette into something more welcoming. Kinder.

Clavis almost gags.

“Merchants are not the only ones to harbor such thoughts about royalty. We constantly monitor the activities of nobles, but hidden among the common people are spies that could spread provocative notions. Just because we're stable at present does not mean that Obsidian will let things as they are.”

A point that he grudgingly accepts, but the question still remains:

“Is this my punishment for all the times I put spikes on your bed?” To have such an elementary mission—it feels like Chevalier's insulting him. And doing a great job at it.

“Fool of a brother,” Chevalier says, and presses his cheek against his waiting hand. His look can be interpreted as fondly exasperated. “What does it mean to spend more time in the city? I will not spell it out for you.”

It takes Clavis exactly twenty seconds for the implications to set in, and he shoots a disbelieving glare at Chevalier, who's back to his documents and is no longer acknowledging his existence.

So he tells him, “I hate how I'm beginning to understand you.”

“Thank the little cub for that.”

epilogue

In between commissions, you take a walk at the square, strolling around and admiring the always-lively people of Rhodolite. Times like this you miss Emma—the person you owe the most in your life. She's happily married to someone from Benitoite, and based on the letters she's sent you, she's having the time of her life there. When you're not too busy at work, one of her letters says, come visit me here! I miss you!

You try hard at planning for an extended trip, and Emma has promised to have all expenses paid—which is a nice thing to hear, all things considered.

You stop by the fountain, and as you gaze at it you're reminded of the fountain at the mansion near the Rhodolite-Benitoite border. The sky was clear during that time, still waters shimmering under the bright sun. How it illuminated the parts of Clavis that’s adjacent to the fountain like an inchoate halo.

You're reminded of the fountain, but you remember like a solid, sturdy thing, the memory of your kiss. The way you tried to deny him—resisted him until the last moment, when you thought to yourself, This is my last opportunity, at the very least let me take it.

The water doesn't reflect you sharply in this fountain as the one in the border, but you can still make out the longing in your eyes, the downward curve of your lips. It ripples due to a child throwing a coin into it, and you watch the way the child runs back to her mother, before returning to the reflection and discovering someone else next to you.

Clavis grins in the reflection.

“Your Highness!” you start, placing distance between you, which he decimates by taking another step your way.

“Oh my goodness—fountain inviting fond memories?” he says, goading.

“Shouldn't you be busy doing prince things?” you prevaricate, continuing to back away, and him continuing to move forward.

“'Prince things'? What a way to describe the role of royalty,” he comments, ignoring how you're readying yourself to run. “If you must know, I'm on duty today.”

You're almost close to an alley. “On duty? For what?”

“That's classified.” He's alit with glee saying that. “Why would a non-royal need to know top-secret information?”

“I don't know? Why are you talking to me when you could continue on your top-secret duty?”

It doesn't make any sense. You've already said your goodbyes in the mansion, and that was supposed to be the end of it. You went home biting your lip, suppressing your tears from bursting out of you. You've already accepted your prince-less life the moment you stepped out of the throne room, your signature fresh in that parchment that declared the next king of Rhodolite. Once, Chevalier had given you grace, and in time you've dutifully paid your debt. And in that act he gave you another: a final opportunity of committing Clavis into memory.

Clavis seems to read your thoughts, because he quirks his lips and takes your hand and raises them between you, entwines his fingers with yours.

“Why not?” he says, and you want to shake him. “Why do you run away?”

“Because—” you stammer, and Clavis takes this chance to tug you forward, bodies flushed against each other. You can feel his heartbeat racing, and it stops you from attempting to escape his hold.

His eyes are serious when you lift your head to look at his face. It's almost refreshing.

“I'm going to ask you again,” he murmurs; you can feel the rumbling of his chest as he speaks.

“And my answer will be the sa—”

“But is that what you really want?” he challenges. His free hand snakes around your waist, his grip firm and with conviction. “Is it truly that?”

“What else do you want me to say?”

“A 'yes'.”

“No—”

“King's orders, you know.”

That makes you pause. Clavis smirks at your confusion, so he elaborates.

“My dear elder brother doing something right for once.” He grunts. “That is vile. I'll never say something like that again.”

“You're not being fair. Why don't you give up?”

“Oh, my dear partner-in-crime,” Clavis says, and the hand on your waist moves up. The other he brings near his lips. “It's always the difficult ones that I'm drawn to.”

You let his lips touch the back of your hand. When he moves it to his cheek and his gaze pierces yours and he gives you the most dazzling smile you've ever seen, your resolve crumbles.

“Okay,” you finally say. “Okay. You win.”

Clavis's joyous laughter fills the air before he kisses you.

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Okay my Silvio suggestion is "what is it going to take for you to talk to me" but I honestly just constantly want more Silvio on my dash 😌

Bastard

Silvio/Reader [His POV]

Angst

WC: 500-600~

A/N: This was longer.. but it's already past the limit I sent so I hope this is still good. And another first for me, writing in his POV too. :3

Silence. Zero eye contact. The cold shoulder. I kept looking at you from the corner of my eye during the whole damn carriage ride. Tch, it was driving me up the fucking wall. I had spent the whole day doing everything possible to make ya happy. Shit was confusing; other women would be wagging their tails endlessly and drooling to be given and even do half of all we did today. So why were you so damn annoying and different about it? And why did I kind of like that about ya? Fine, whatever, be difficult. You won't see me crack. At least, that's what I initially thought... damn it. My sneaky stare found its way away from you and out the window by my side, and a sudden achin' feeling clutched at my heart. I started to get consumed in my thoughts, glaring at my own reflection. I always knew I could be an abrasive asshole. It wasn't completely my fault. Fight or flight became the air I breathe to survive. If words couldn't do it then money could. If I wanted anything I desired, I got it. One way or another. People, or should I say royalty, were money hungry dogs; greed pulsed through the veins. If you showed an ounce of emotion or weakness, you'd be broken down and stripped bare for the world to see. But not me, I wouldn't allow it. It's happened too many times to count and I'd be a fool to ever allow it to happen again. Even if I had status, I didn't know love. I wasn't given it, I wasn't shown it, I haven't felt it. So once I treated you like I had everyone else, you weren't receptive. Why were YOU different? Why was it when you were near, it felt easier to breathe, my throat didn't feel tight and my heart felt lighter. I had to keep you near, I had to learn more, I had to get you to want me and me only - but instead of gettin' you on my good side, I pushed you away. You weren't going to see me tick. But you wasn't beggin' for my attention either. I sighed to myself. I wasn't completely heartless. I should say something before you completely hate me. "Hey, what's it gonna take for ya to talk to me, huh?" I tried a soft approach, "I was just jokin'." Maybe I could salvage this somehow, I'd prefer if you sassed me off instead of completely blow me off. I started to actually feel a little on edge, so I reached for your hair to ruffle it. But you catch me by surprise the next second. "Stop the carriage!" I nearly face plant into the chair next to you, catching myself last minute and as I recovered, I caught sight of the last thing I wanted to see. Ah shit, I really fucked up this time, didn't I? Rio was awaiting for you with his hand, and your gaze bore a hole through my head with anger. A look I've seen all too many times before. This memory stayed with me, however. "I really wanted to believe in you, Prince Silvio. I really did. But you're nothing but an arrogant bastard who can't read a room. Or maybe just doesn't care to. The world doesn't revolve around you. I hate you. Grow up." What you said was nothing new. I've heard it so many times, shit like that never bothered me anymore. So.. why has it been weeks since I've seen you? Since I've heard you say those words to me - they haunted me. Someone I started to feel an inkling of something for, someone who wanted to believe in me; and I completely screwed it up and don't even understand how I managed that. She chose my mutt of a brother over me but if I'm being honest with myself.. she made the right choice. After all, everyone leaves me. Who'd choose to be with a bastard like me?

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