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maries-gallery · 9 months

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This is my entrance to @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess Summer event! With strawberry and sundress <3

genre: fluff, mentions of romance between Yves, Licht and the MC

warnings: none

wc: 900

suitor: Yves Kloss

“So many strawberries!” You exclaim, a hand over your eyes to cover you from the bright sun above. Before you, strawberry bushes spread so far they kiss the sky on the horizon. The gentle summer breeze caressing your cheeks and bringing in the scent of fresh ripe fruits ready to be picked.

Above you the sky hangs in a vibrant blue, reflecting the colour of your lover’s eyes. Cotton clouds float like lost ships in a sea of their own. You want to stretch your hand out and touch them, see if they are made of cotton candy and if they taste like it too. Sweet and light on your tongue.

Yves stands beside you, beautiful and elegant as ever. And you’d think the empty basket in his hands to be out of place if it wasn’t for your knowledge of his penchant for baking and sweets. Of course it’d be one of Yves’s annual rituals to go strawberry picking.

“Don’t tell me it’s the first time you go to a strawberry farm.” Yves says, eyes wide as he turns to you. “These are the best strawberries in all of Rhodolite! Gods, these are the best strawberries, period.”

You chuckle, turning to him “I know!” You adjust the empty basket in your hands, “I just never had the opportunity to see it with my own eyes. It is very impressive. I feel like I somehow landed in a fairy book.”

Your gaze flees back to the lands in front of you, smiles curving in a gentle smile as a veil of joyful wander falls over your eyes. And Yves’s heart leaps in his chest, engulfed by a comfortable warmth that spreads wings in his ribcage. His own features softening as he observes you with loving eyes. He had never seen things this way.

But now that you point it out this place does look magical, a patch of happiness out of town, nothing but the sweet scent of fruits and all the space in the world to dream and get lost in fantasies of your own.

Although to Yves, the most magical thing of all in this moment remains you. A sight for sore eyes with your cute straw hat, red gingham ribbons in your hair and a white lace sundress that hugs your waist and flows freely in the wind.

Yves’s eyes get lost in admiring you. The way the Sun’s golden light falls just fine on your features, highlighting the natural glow of your skin, eyes full of life and genuine joy as you gaze at the land of possibilities ahead of you.

And for a moment he forgets how to breathe, air trapped in his lungs as blood runs to his cheeks. He cannot let himself be distracted by you yet again. The two of you had come here for a reason and Yves had little time ahead of him if he wanted to be able to use these strawberries this afternoon. Just in time for your garden tea party with Licht.

He clears his throat, facing away from you.

“Well now you do. But we didn’t come here to daydream. So I count on you to fill this basket with as many strawberries as you can.”

Indeed, the reason Yves had brought you here with him wasn’t for mere sight seeing, although the view took your breath away.

Your prince had been looking forward to the strawberry season. His occasion to test out plenty of new recipes and prepare his very favourite pastries. Ones he ached to bake and enjoy with you and his brothers.

A gentle smile spread on his lips at the very thought. He’d spend his afternoon in the kitchen, preparing the dough and chopping strawberries, whipping the cream in a bowl, getting the prettiest porcelain plates the kitchen’s castle had along with the porcelain cups to go with it. It’d be the perfect pastry for your garden party with Licht.

Strawberry cream stuffed croissants reminded him of you. Sweet and comforting, yet fresh on a hot summer day, light and out of the ordinary, something that steers him away from mundane strawberry tartelettes. And his favourite thing in the world.

“Okay then! Shall we get going?” You say with a beam that rivals the Sun in the sky. “The one who brings back the most strawberries wins!”

“Wait what-!” Yves’s hand reaches out for you, too late to catch you as you run down the set of stairs towards the first bush of red fruits, holding onto the straw hat on your head. You’re like the wind.

A part of him wants to pout, but another bigger part of him joins in the fun and runs after you, carefree laughs rising in the air as the two of you get to it.

You spend hours in these fields, strawberry picking and laughing, forgetting about the world outside. Until your baskets are full and it is time to go home so Yves can get to the kitchen and start baking.

“Strawberry cream stuffed… Croissants?” Licht eyes the delicacy in his plate, the three of you sitting in the gardens, surrounded by blooming roses and busy bees.

Your mouth waters at the sight, simple cream in a light croissant topped with fresh cut strawberries and white edible flowers. Yves had outdone himself, much like always.

“You’ll love them, Licht!” Yves beams at his brother.

Licht turns to you, eyes boring into yours, “Do you like them, Belle?”

And Yves smiles at the sight, happiness swelling in his chest as you take a bite and the biggest smile spreads on your lips. Enough for Licht to take a bite of it himself. Features softening as he swallows and goes for another piece.

That is why baking was so worth it to Yves. To bring the people he loves most closer.

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xxsycamore · 7 months

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𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝟔𝟗

↬ 📜 The Belle Covenant, Clause 69: "A just king ought to give his country as much as he takes. Belle is to oversee his equal sharing, for he must learn to treat his country the way he treats a lover." Emma initiates 69 with each prince. You know, for political reasons.

Leon x Emma; Chevalier x Emma; Yves x Emma; Nokto x Emma; Licht x Emma; Jin x Emma; Clavis x Emma; Luke x Emma • rating: E (MDNI) • tags: 69 (Sex Position); Oral Sex; Rough Oral Sex; Cunnilingus; Bathroom Sex; Gentle Sex; Rough Sex; Deepthroating; Blow Jobs; Face-Sitting; Multiple Orgasms; Vaginal Fingering; Vaginal Sex • wordcount: 2,241 • masterlist

a/n: Welcome to my personal kinktober challenge, Visions of Temptation 2022 - that's right, last year's one. You can find the new one, Visions of Temptation 2023, here. DAY 1: ORAL SEX | SIXTY-NINE

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The Belle Covenant, Clause 69:

"A just king ought to give his country as much as he takes. Belle is to oversee his equal sharing, for he must learn to treat his country the way he treats a lover."

"Now, Prince Leon, let's see if you're more of a taker or a giver…"

Propped up on his elbows on the bed, Leon had just told Emma he's hers to play with. He's so casual as ever, always there for her, ready to give a shoulder where she needs it. From how well they clicked it was bound to happen sooner or later, ending up in the same bed. Seeing Emma turn around and straddle his torso, Leon is pretty sure she's taking him for a ride.

Until she gets all comfortable with his cock in her mouth, retaining this position.

Now, Leon is not the one to idly sit and be pleased by someone without returning the gesture. It just doesn't sit right with him, when all it takes is a swift maneuver and Emma's leaking pussy would be right in front of his face and ready to be ravished.

The vigor with which Leon swirls his skilled tongue inside her depths can only be rivaled by the way hers wraps around the girth of his cock, tracing the delicious vein that protrudes on its side. She switches for teasing the slit of his tip, and Leon groans; the pleasure ricocheting right back to her core in the form of a sultry vibration.

"Suck it harder. Damn it, Emma, just like that… I'm going to cum, Emma. Cum with me."

They're locked in this loop of giving and taking all the way until their mutual peak hits. Hard.

Leon surely is a master of this trade, in addition to guiding her and praising her. She hums in bliss and takes a mental note of his skills, for future reference.

Chevalier is a tough nut to crack. First, he needs a good reason to cooperate regarding any of the clauses in the list. Why would he care? Second, he needs a good reason to comply specifically with the absurdish idea that Emma poses about 'testing his justness'. So she gets a little creative and a little mischievous, and gives him the necessary push.

In a little game of (big) cat and mouse, Emma jumps from the sofa to the bed before Chevalier can put his claws on her. Backed against the headboard of the bed, she has nowhere to escape, but the book that started it all remains in a secure hold against her chest.

"I'll give you your precious book back if you give me something in return. Or does the mighty future king of Rhodolite not see it fit to give in order to take?"

"The 'mighty future king of Rhodolite' doesn't fancy anyone touching his property with their dirty little hands," He looms in closer, caging Emma's body with his own, knowingly intimidating her, "And he has nothing to negotiate with thieves."

The book is snatched from her hands without much fight, and Emma sinks further down the headboard in defeat. The wise thing to do would be to retreat and rethink her strategy - and definitely not to try and seduce an angry Chevalier by letting out an accidental whine while she's still trapped sprawled beneath him in his lair.

Chevalier remains there, only raising an eyebrow - he shouldn't be too surprised by her open provocations at this point, but it's like he senses something genuine in her supposed act.

"You're hopeless, simpleton."

A sequence of Emma's half-spoken questions and puzzled sounds is merely background noise to the rapidly changing pace of events, as the big cat in front of her lies down and turns on his back. It's not exactly the equivalent of it trustingly showing its belly for rubs.

Emma's slightly trembling legs are gotten a secure hold of, as Chevalier drags her closer and on top of him - almost trying to be gentle but failing - until she's practically straddling his face.

Her pulse quickens rapidly as if she's been granted a throne she is unworthy of.

Just for tonight, she shuts her eyes and accepts the empowering pleasure it entails.

Sucking on her aroused nub until she sees stars, he almost makes her forget the idea behind this ordeal, until she has to remind herself about working for his pleasure too. Chevalier almost doesn't let her - at first, she thinks it's an additional dragging on of things for him, a bother. Once he lets her play with his intimidatingly big cock, though, it proves to be something different. The prideful second prince catches up with her heightened arousal shockingly quickly. His ministrations become sloppier. Such an exchange of pleasure, Emma concludes, is unfamiliar to him. He masks it very well - because by the time she reaches her own orgasm, it feels euphoric. He gave her a lot, and he took a lot, too.

Yves is almost too pretty right now. Emma laments not having him eat her out in a pose where she can watch his pretty face, his perfect features pressed into her cunt, his cute little nose squished against her clit.

His cupid's bow kissing her glistering, swollen pussy lips.

Yves maneuvers his frame swiftly over her body, just-bathed porcelain skin smelling of expensive oils and silky-to-the-touch caresses ghosting over Emma's equally cared-for body, as they shared intimacies in the bath beforehand.

Their exchange of pleasure is harmonic; voices joining together in a melody as they moan, aromas entangling in the air and delicate sensations as they roll in the clean, luxurious bedsheets. Yves softly guides Emma's body sideways before laying down the opposite way, muscles relaxing all over, safe for the ones of their sexes which are maddeningly pulsing in a chase towards a mutual peak.

Yves' love would trick you with tasting rigid demand coated with egoism; then reminiscent of a dessert with soft-crème heart, upon a bolder bite you'll discover what having your senses spoiled really feels like.

From someone with a mouth as big as Nokto's, Emma expects nothing but a big performance to come. She's in for a little more than she bargained for, she finds out as soon as her world turns upside down.

Looking at Emma now, Nokto connects the dots rather quickly as to why she's suddenly feeling coquettish like that - lounging on his couch whenever he's around is one thing, but getting so comfy that she's basically dangling her legs over the backrest, her best bedroom eyes following Nokto upside-down… He wonders if his antics are rubbing off her, or if she's giving him a taste of his own medicine. Hands folded casually on her belly, she finally poses the question that's been hanging heavily in the air, while Nokto dresses himself for another night out. It's now or never.

Emma is suddenly the fox's appetizer when he leans down and buries his face between her legs, the hem of her dress conveniently ridden up on her waist as if to clear his way.

She's never before given a blowjob upside-down but she likes a challenge. Nokto's crouch is right there in front of her face, so she makes quick work of his belt that he hasn't even fastened all the way earlier during his preparations for going out. It works out surprisingly well, a quick and explosively pleasurable deal sealed with a gush of fluid on their tongues.

Nokto works swiftly when there is gain for him, and surprisingly plays fair, too.

Like the carnivore he is deep inside, Licht loves taking his pray to his den. His room is mostly veiled in darkness and Emma's eyes are not well-adjusted to it by the time Licht begins ravishing her, but there is no fear in her heart. His tonguing on her heated core is calculated and it's nothing greater than what her body can take - and it comes naturally to her to want to give him something in return.

They're in no hurry, taking turns pleasuring each other, usually one being breathless and halting ministrations because of those of the other party. Emma feels shy being so vocal with a partner that only occasionally grunts every now and then. His giving is silent but evident and abundant, and she feels like putty in his strong hands. Licht takes long sweeps of his tongue on her sex, dragging her whole body back and forth with the impact, not caring that the bobbing of Emma's head turns sloppier. Once he releases his pent-up desire whole in her mouth, he tells her to spit if she wants - and feels his blood rushing forth hotly when she doesn't. In the much-appreciated post-sex cuddles session afterward, Emma catches a glimpse of a smile and dozes off contently.

Everything Emma learned about Jin's sex life, she learned against her will. Though it would be a lie if she said she wasn't once curious whether the rumors were true.

Her observations so far are that as many women the first prince has taken to bed, he is in the habit of behaving like he hasn't been with one in ages. Paying attention to every naked millimeter of her skin, Jin's hands never stop roaming, pleasuring, loving. He also eats her out as if he hasn't put food in his mouth for decades, she notices - a deep masculine grunt leaving his throat at the first taste of her hot juices on his tongue. He is a big boy who doesn't mind getting dirty, and that might be the best thing about him, as much as Emma refuses to admit. His technique is worked to perfection - the youthfully needy opening act serving just to trick her. It's funny how she attempted to blow him first and then turn it into a hot sixty-nine from there, when in reality he was the one to initiate that. Jin always struck her as the person who likes to sit back in his seat, one hand propping up his chin, one on her head, as he's been serviced. But he is a giver, a damn good giver.

Emma doesn't know why she had expectations of Clavis doing this straightforwardly and fairly, when he's already a well-known menace outside the bedroom. Being naked and open for his cruel teasings, for the touch of those wicked fingers that aim to irritate and to never satisfy, it drives her crazy. Clavis demands to be the one touching her and not the other way around - after all, there are so many ways to play with a bunny like Emma, why limit themselves to some boring position? Clavis has Emma climaxing twice on his fingers before he finally allows her to return some of the pleasure, guiding his flushed tip past her thoroughly kissed and swollen lips. She then understands - for all Clavis is worth, he's prone to becoming an absolute mess once pleasured. The little delicious gasp falling from his beautiful curved lips soon turns into a hearty moan, laced with desperateness and lust as he pushes Emma's head to urge her to take more of his cock inside her tight, warm throat. His little plan of turning her into a pliant, overstimulated pile of limbs is unsuccessful when he possesses a voice so erotic it sees her hunger awaking once again, head full of thoughts about riding him until sunrise. In addition, Clavis seems to enjoy the rougher manner of Emma seating her dripping cunt directly on his face, leaving him almost no room to breathe. Maybe riling her up was all in favor of receiving her harsh command of "Shut up already and pleasure me properly!"

The chances of coming with the upper hand when bargaining with Clavis are low, but the headaches are always worth it in the end.

Luke should have been the gentle giant who lets Emma catch a breather even in moments of burning lust. That's how she always imagined him to be with a lover - barely-there touches exchanged between relaxed sighs, lying down in some secluded napping spot that would once again serve its true purpose once every last drop of pleasure is squeezed out of their bodies.

Well. While it does sound good enough to Emma, she wouldn't trade her current position for anything in the world.

Adrenaline rushing all through her body, Emma's heart is about to leap out of her chest with the sheer lasciviousness of how Luke has her right now.

Someone as tall and strong as him, she should've prepared herself to be putty in his hands. To be folded in positions she couldn't paint with her imagination… or, like right now, to be picked up with her ass up and held in the air as Luke shamelessly devours her cunt.

With pleasure rendering her silly, she can't possibly hold back from attempting to suck his cock while in this position, even if its massiveness in its full erect glory intimidated her at first. For the timid, vanilla experience she expected, fucking like animals is the last thing she saw coming from Luke - and she suddenly finds himself at his mercy as he has complete control over her body.

The aftercare is more reminiscent of her initial thoughts, and coming down from her high never felt better. Once you awaken the slumbering monster inside the youngest prince of Rhodolite, you're in for more than you bargained for.

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 1 day

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How the Rhodolite princes would react to their firstborn/newborn

Rating: PG-13 (?) Ikepri itself contains a lot of mature themes however, as such, mdni 🔞

Warnings: Brief mentions of (past) character death, grief, pregnancy/childbirth themes (no actual birth depicted), gn but implied afab, & the usual tragic Ikepri cannon.

A/N: Tried to write how they'd hold their kid and what they were feeling when meeting them. Spoiler warnings for the Rhodolite princes routes, tried not to bring up anything major though (Luke's is probably the most spoilery?). Tried to keep the princes' spouses GN, though implied afab bc newborns. (One very brief mention of Belle, but mc/reader is not Emma.) Might eventually make pt2 with the others..? Please read the warnings and proceed only if comfortable! :)

(Apologies for anything that seems ooc, I haven't written much in awhile and this is my first piece for Ikepri! I'm more used to fics rather than hcs, but I tried my best! o7)

JIN 🦅

There's so much Jin can't help but worry about. His past, his future, his country... and now he's got not one but two loved ones he would do anything for. The little bundle of joy in his arms reminds him of the times when his younger brothers were born, and how cute they used to be (well, some of them, anyway). The bleary, garnet eyes trying to look into his own have him wondering.. is this how he looked to his dear mother? There's so much he cherishes, and so much he fears, but he won't let the history of Belle repeat itself. He'd fight the entire palace if he had to, but for right now, he'll settle for tackling pesky burps and dirty diapers. Jin coos at his baby, baritone voice suddenly startling the poor thing, and he can't help but pout. The baby in his arms continues to fuss, feeling hungry.

Jin pulls something out of his breast pocket, looking over at his spouse. "So.. how much longer until they can have lollipops?"

CHEVALIER 🐅

Chevalier would likely be a bit awed upon holding his firstborn, much like the quiet way he takes in Emma's precence. Chevalier is known to be awkward with his affections, as he's far from practiced, but it's been shown on several occasions how he tries to gently pet an animal that dares to come close, or how he clumsily takes care of his love when she's feeling under the weather. He may look fine on the outside, but he's actually quite hesitant, trying to sort things out logistically at first, before sort of just settling for standing there and holding his newborn with both arms. He stares down at their gentle features, taking in every detail, making sure they're comfortable and warm in their sleep.

Looking over at his beloved in all their tired glory, in his very own Chevalier-approved affection he says, "You did well, Simpleton." While he only speaks four words aloud, his faint smile speaks the thousands he didn't quite know how to express.

CLAVIS 🐆

"Dearie me," Clavis says, holding his newborn, full of wide-eyed excitement. "They look so much like you, I can see the bunny ears already."

Being someone who values life so dearly, bringing a new one into this world, with the love of his life no less, is enough to send Clavis' heart soaring into the stratosphere. He just can't help but want to drown them in affection, but they're so small and fragile, and Clavis knows better than to risk scaring them now. He's so, so gentle with his child, unconditional love flowing off him in waves as they bond quietly (please don't get used to this, it will not last), and looks upon their splotchy tufts of lilac hair. The Lelouch genes live on through yet another generation, he smiles to himself. Clavis slowly comes over to stand by his love, placing a gentle kiss on their head.

"You're so lucky to have such a wonderful husband like me. But I'm even luckier to have you both in my life."

LEON 🦁

The happiest day in Leon's life. Second only to your wedding. Scratch that, the wedding is second.. he thinks. He's a bit frazzled from work, labor stress, and all the chaos, cut the guy some slack. No one is immune to this sweet lion's charisma, not even a newborn. They can't help but stare at his flowy hair and bright eyes, like a cartoon character come to life right before their eyes. Leon gently caresses their neck, very lightly pressing a kiss into their soft kiss to their temple. What kind of person will they grow up to be? Will they eat as much as he does? Will they fall asleep when they read too? There's a lot that runs through his mind, but ultimately, he is hopes for them to be healthy, and live happily. This child is going to be absolutely spoiled (within reason), and always have someone in their corner, rooting for them and ready to help learn from their wrongs. For now, he can worry about righting their posture instead. He tries to hold them like he read (how his partner read) in the parenting books, supporting their necks and all. It was really hard to stay awake during those, but the excitement of fatherhood helped him push through, and he's going to put it all into practice now.

"When do we start working on the second one?" (If not for the literal newborn currently in his hands, he'd be busy dodging several pillows.)

YVES 🐈

There's a lot of suppressed guilt for his mother's death in mind, and so many worries for his darling's health before, during, and after. He's a bit scared to hold his newborn, for fear of his clumsiness and "bad luck". With some assurance, he finally takes hold of them, and he could not physically be more careful with his firstborn. Clear eyes like the sky blink sleepily up at him, and Yves is fighting back tears solely for fear of them landing on the baby and somehow hurting them. The smile on his face could split his cheeks if it got any wider. The baby falls asleep in its father's arms, and he even tries breathing softer so he won't wake them. He's just trying his best, please reassure this sweet cat, he means well. (And he absolutely lost the battle against those blasted tears anyway.)

"Thank you for loving me, and for bringing our child into the world with us. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

LICHT 🐺

(Twins having twins cliché may seem redundant, I made 'em different for each brother, pinky promise.)

Licht was blessed with not one but two bundles of joy. Beautiful twin boys, who had what looked to be his vibrant silver hair and his beloved's eyes. He couldn't help the memories that surged, of happier times, and the worst of times. He knew all too well just how ruthless the court could be, but he had a chance to make things different this time. Licht seriously considered building that house he'd once mentioned, and moving you all somewhere much more peaceful. One twin in his arms, one with their other parent, he feels all thought subside when the one he's holding tries to grab at his sleeve. Licht's now-famous smile blooms across his lips much the way the sun's rays appear over daybreak; subtle, then all at once. He takes a gloveless hand, letting their tiny hand hold onto his finger as best they can, eyes gleaming from the sight before him. Licht looks over in wonder at his spouse, only to find them already watching with a tired, quiet smile.

"Things won't be easy but.. I know we can handle anything. I adore you. And I adore them."

NOKTO 🦊

(Twins for both may seem redundant, but I changed things up drastically ok, we got this.)

Nokto wasn't entirely surprised to have twins, but he had also hoped luck would be in their corner in avoiding similar fates. Two little girls, jewel-like eyes like his, and his beloved's hair color (or so it appears, though it's hard to tell for sure with so little peach fuzz). Nokto sits at the edge of the bed, holding one newborn in his arm, and reaching his other hand out for the one in his love's arms. Aside from the memories of his own upbringing, he's now having Typical Girl Dad thoughts about how to keep them safe and teach them how to stay away from cooties (boys), among other things. With a soft sigh, he gently burps his newborn after she's done feeding, rocking her slowly as she tries to chew on her father's lucious locks. Laughter bubbles past his lips at her cute antics, and Nokto feels the stress fade away, even if just a little. His heart is still getting used to receiving love and believing in it, but it's grown enough by now to love his 3 new favorite people in the world.

"If they like my hair this much now, just wait till they start to grow their own."

LUKE 🐻

Luke could not be more the picture of a teddy bear than with his newborn all swaddled up and snuggled in with their giant of a dad. He can't help but wonder if his sister is watching over them, laying next to his spouse on the bed, their newborn but a tiny dot among the two full-grown humans taking up most of the space. He promises to be there for his child the way he never really had anyone, and hopes to live more in the present now, the stakes feeling higher than ever before. A whole new life, created on purpose, gently resting in one arm and atop his broad chest, nestled comfortably and trying to suck on their thumb. Luke holds his spouse's hand with his free one, squeezing it gently, looking into their eyes with the intensity of his own emeralds.

"Look at 'em.. they're so small. Just like you," he jokes before letting out a big yawn, "But sleepy, just like me."

All rights for the characters and original intellectual property belong to Cybird. My writing belongs to myself, Maladaptivedaydreamsx, and shall not be reproduced elsewhere without permission. Ok to translate as a reblog to this post. Ok to reblog, no permission required (for those who like to be safe and ask first, all's good little homies) 💜

If you enjoyed these, I might try to make a pt2 with the other characters soon? Likes and reblogs appreciated, thank you kindly for reading! If you have any hc's of your own, please feel free to respond with them, I'd love to hear what you all think! 😊❤️ (If you'd like to be put on a tag list for any future works, please reply, though it will be a general list for writings as I'm getting back into things slowly atm,, 🙏🏻)

Also, to the lovely person who sent this in likely about 2 years ago (after I'd stopped writing on here bc life happens) ... if you're still somewhere in the fandom and end up seeing this post, thank you for your patience, and for sending something in. I'm finally trying to combat the writer's block again! 🙌🏻

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ikemenlibrary · 6 months

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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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annaliessse · 6 months

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Here's me pretending as if I haven't been gone for months. Anyway, I'm back, but posts are going to be reeeaalllyy slow because college.

As an apology, here's meow meow Yves smut.

warnings: nsfw, vaginal sex

𝕸𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖞 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕸𝖊

word count: 628

Yves dislikes it when people mess up his look. It’s probably why he hates Clavis’ traps so much, and though he does not mind Leon and Jin’s head pats, it is slightly irritating to feel his hair get tangled. It is a known fact in Rhodolite palace by now. No one is allowed to tousle even the slightest bit of Yves’ appearance.

Well, no one except her at least.

“Ugh!”

Yves smiled as you clenched around his fingers, thighs shaking. You were sprawled on his bed, eyes closed and brows furrowed in ecstasy. He fingers the orgasm out of you, and he feels your hold on his hair tighten with every movement. Your moans echo around his room, every sound fueling Yves’ already overflowing lust.

Eventually, your moans turn to whimpers and Yves studies the glazed look of your irises, mouth slightly open as you catch your breath. Your cheeks were flushed, your hair tangled, and despite the sorry state you are in, Yves can’t help but find you utterly breathtaking.

“Come here, Yves.”

Your voice was hoarse, and he pulls himself up to plant a kiss on your lips, slow and sensual. It took a few seconds for you to respond, and when Yves finally felt you move against him, he jerks at the sudden sensation of your hand brushing against his length. You grasp his hair tighter, and with your other hand, you pump his already leaking erection. Yves moans, and he doesn’t miss the small smirk on your face.

“So pretty for me, Yves.”

“Hngh,” He twitches in your hand. “Stop that,” he mutters, cheeks red.

“But it’s true,” your hand moves faster, and you swallow his whimpers, placing your lips over his. Your tongue seeks entrance, and Yves eagerly gives it to you. In a second, the room is filled with the sound of lips sucking, and when you gently bite on his lower lip, Yves shakes in your hold.

“You’re the prettiest when you’re like this… hair disheveled, cheeks red, eyes glazed over…”

He yelps when in a fluid motion, you are suddenly on top of him, legs straddling his waist. He groans when you grind against him, clutching the sheets to prevent himself from thrusting upward. Yves does not miss the smile playing on your swollen lips.

“So messy.”

Your hand was on his hair once again, brushing through the tangled strands. A finger traces Yves’ lips, and his breath catches when you swipe the thin sheen of saliva coating his chin. You do not stop grinding against him, and Yves feels the tip of his length grazing your entrance. He also doesn’t miss the quiet moan escaping you.

“So messy, Yves. Messy only for me.”

You sink lower and finally, Yves feels you dripping around him. You were warm, and wet, and soaking, and he held your hips to forcefully bring you down on his length.

“Ah!”

You half-screamed, and Yves wastes no time bouncing you on top of him. Both of you were one and the same. If you liked him messy, then Yves liked you disheveled. He moves faster, and you collapse on top of him, boneless in the face of so much stimulation. Gently, Yves tugs your hair, and he smiles at the picture greeting him.

Once again, your eyes were glazed over, struggling to stay open as he continuously pounds you. Your cheeks were red, lips swollen, and your breath came in erotic whimpers. Your locks were tangled in his fingers and Yves leans forward to kiss you. You respond, barely, not fully aware of anything but the cock pounding your entrance.

“I like you like this too.” He admits shyly, quietly. He pecks your forehead, though Yves believes you do not notice.

“Messy only for me.”

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scorchieart · 7 months

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Understaffed

Genre: Comedy

Wordcount: 1326

Prompt: In A Flash CCC hosted by @flash-exchange - October 2023: Magic Apprenticeship

A/N: My first entry for the In A Flash CCC! This one was inspired by the folks over on Discord, you guys rock for helping me finish a fic after so long! I will try my best to write some more as the challenge continues. For this fic, it's been split up as 2 separate parts, the first part being mainly from Jin's perspective and the second continuing from Yves and Nokto's. Many thanks to @lorei-writes for the feedback and suggestions. Enjoy!

Jin Grandet was not a warlock. At least, not officially.

It wasn’t because he had a late start. Most children couldn’t even read spells from the rudimentary tomes at age six, let alone pronounce them. And it wasn’t as if he was without talent. It was common knowledge throughout the kingdoms that the sorcerer’s gene manifested strongest within royal bloodlines. No, the true reason Jin failed his Warlock Mastery Examination was far less magical than he’d like to admit.

But that’s a story for another time. And even if the minimum age to apply was fifteen, it didn’t mean he was barred from trying again another year. Heck, most applicants didn’t even make an attempt until they were double that! But of course, Chevalier came of age the next year, and while the exam was merely a formality for the prodigy, barely anyone bothered to register for that round. Fueled by fiery rivalry, Clavis was hot on Chevalier’s heels the year after that, and Jin was too preoccupied with helping him train to even consider enrolling himself. And just a few weeks prior, Leon passed his exam with flying colors. A feat Jin attributes to his apt sideline encouragement and diligent inspections of Leon’s daily meat intake.

So what if he didn’t pass? Jin could still perform magic as well as any warlock. He just didn’t have a staff to show for it. Instead, he could boast that the never-before-seen-three-year-streak of fifteen-year old graduates were his students.

“For the last time, we are not your students,” Yves declared.

“And why wouldn’t you want to be?” Jin asked. He waved a hand and the curtain of low-hanging branches before him parted, revealing a narrow dirt path ahead. “I have a one-hundred percent success rate. And you’re my next conquest, Yves.”

“Yeah, Evie. Why don’t you take him up on his offer?” Nokto said, following Licht as they climbed down after Jin. “Then you can tell us if he’s legit or not.”

“Oh, he’s the real deal,” Leon said. He took a steady stance beside a cherry oak and swung his newly acquired staff overhead, making all the barren trees in the vicinity shake and shoot their branches upward like spikes. Nokto watched in awe as Leon calmed the trees down and flashed him a toothy grin. “Can’t recommend the big guy enough.”

“No, no, no, my brothers. You mustn’t let the opinions of others sway your decision making!” Clavis said, pushing past Leon. “Ask yourselves this: do I want to be taught by a syrupy dropout, or by the youngest, most renowned warlock of our age?” He struck the ground with his own staff and the dirt rumbled. Moments later, roots and tubers erupted from the earth like the undead, making Yves screech and trip on an upright rose stem. Clavis laughed maniacally as the plants continued to grow, until Leon whacked him on the head and the vegetary scene immediately reverted underground as if it never happened.

“I’m younger than you, remember?” Leon countered.

“And I was younger than you both when I passed,” Chevalier added, his pace leisurely as he joined them.

“Yes, yes, you don’t have to remind us again how your test happened three days after your birthday,” Clavis said, rubbing his bruised forehead. “It is insufferably pedantic of you.

“Shall I remind everyone instead of how you only passed because the examiner happened to sneeze when you flubbed the fire retardancy enchantment on your trousers?”

“Like I said, little ones. Follow what Jin says, and you’ll do just fine,” Clavis said.

“If you’re done sharing my many virtues, hurry on over!” Jin called. The group exchanged speculative glances before filing through the unanimated greenery towards his excited voice.

Flummoxed by their seniors’ effortless display of magical prowess, Yves and Nokto insisted they take the lead, bewitching wayward wood knots and saplings from the path. Once or twice they glanced back, hopeful to receive praise for their successful spells, only to find the trio engrossed in their own conversation.

“Maybe he wants to take us all on at once? Six against one?” Leon suggested.

“Please,” Clavis yawned, stretching his arms above his head and waving his staff teasingly. “He could squash the kiddos, no problem. But he won’t get much farther than that unarmed.”

“He brought his sword. Or is your staff so far up your rear that you did not notice?” Chevalier said, swatting Clavis’s staff away from his face.

Yves and Nokto whirled their heads towards the track ahead, struggling to keep their attention back on moving the plants. Is that what this was all about? Despite Jin’s domineering stature, they had never once seen their brother in a fight. But Jin also was the most knowledgeable about the contents of the exam, even if he did fail his. Was this the type of error-correcting that guaranteed Chevalier, Clavis, and Leon’s successes?

The path eventually fed into a wide clearing as large as one of the training arenas at the palace. Even in peak autumn, thick shrubs still flanked all sides like a fence except for one; a cavernous cliff plummeted behind where Jin stood, his arms folded and mouth stretched in an expectant grin.

“Are we really gonna fight?” Nokto said nervously, reaching for his sword.

“Alright! Loser gets thrown off the cliff!” Clavis whooped. “Chevalier, fight me!”

“Slow down, we’re learning defensive tactics today,” Jin said. “Magic has limitless potential to attack, right? So it stands to reason that the same should be true in defense. Far too often does a warlock fall into the assumption that one trumps the other in combat.”

“Spoken nearly verbatim from Elemental Charms and Combat,” Chevalier said unamused.

“That means he knows his stuff,” said Leon. “But then why’d ya bring us here too, Jin?”

“No, Chevalier’s right. There’s only so much you can learn from theory alone. We need experience to connect the dots. And I sure as sugar wouldn’t hurt a hair on the little guys’ heads, so that’s where you lot come in.” Jin crouched beside Yves and Nokto and patted their shoulders. “Yves, you’ll spar with Chevalier. And Nokto, you get Clavis.”

Yves froze on the spot.

“Oh, goodie…” Nokto mumbled.

“Just remember the basics, and you’ll be fine,” Jin said, then he turned to the warlocks. “And don’t you go blasting infernos at them. We’re out here to prevent unnecessary bystander injuries. But remember, this is still a highly flammable area.” He glared at Clavis, who seemed to get a chill and wrapped his cloak firmly around himself.

“Wait. Where’s my partner?” Leon asked. A quick lookover of the clearing proved Licht was nowhere to be seen.

“Maybe Leon’s branches pulled him up to the sky?” Nokto suggested.

“Or Clavis’s roots dragged him down below!” Yves gasped.

“Both,” Chevalier said, pointing over the cliff. Halfway down, Licht hung suspended and looking below, his shirt caught on a thorny branch tangled with crisscrossing roots.

“Licht!” Yves and Nokto cried.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Clavis called down to him.

“Something tells me the branch will snap if he so much as breathes wrong,” Leon said. Licht answered with a shaky thumbs up.

“Everyone, change of plans!” Jin bellowed. “Today we’re doing rescue training. And not a word of this gets to Sariel, got it? Okay, let’s go!” He drew his sword and leaped over the edge, jamming it into the cliffside as he descended.

Shocked, and slightly relieved, Yves and Nokto followed Jin’s lead, the scraping sounds of their blades cutting rock disappearing with them.

“Moron,” Chevalier huffed. The air around him began to crackle as he inhaled deeply and swung his staff in a circular motion. “He didn’t even evaluate the situation for a full minute. And they still wonder why he didn’t pass—”

“You heard the boss!” Clavis and Leon yelled. Together they seized each of Chevalier’s arms and hurled themselves over the cliff, leaving their staves behind.

Listen, it is liberating to write Chevalier, Clavis, and Leon as comic relief side characters. Trust me.

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ikeromantic · 3 months

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Yves, Ballroom, Candy Cane

Evie, being cool and sweet. Approx. 800 words. IkePri New Years Event story!

Emma stepped into the ballroom, her back straight, shoulders tight. She could feel the weight of expectation as heads turned, inspecting her, judging. They knew. It was a thought she could not shake. No matter how fancy her dress or fine her jewelry, the nobles could tell she was common. She took a shaky breath and tried to smile.

There was so much beauty here, she thought. Dresses made of rare silk and lace, sewn with gems. Diamond necklaces worth more than she could make in a lifetime of selling books. The feeling of being an imposter grew, the certainty that she did not belong. Her smile faltered, fell.

Her eyes searched for an exit. No matter what Sariel said, this simply was not going to work. There was no way she could pretend to be -

“Emma.” A warm hand settled lightly on her forearm.

She nearly jumped. “E-evie?”

A brittle smile sat uncomfortably on his porcelain-perfect face. His sharp gaze took in her expression, her posture. “This won’t do,” he tsked.

“It won’t?” She had no idea what he meant, but her nerves were wound so tight she couldn’t gather her thoughts.

“You look as if you want to cry and run.” His voice was soft, pitched for her ears alone. “A gentlewoman would be excited for her first ball. Nervous, perhaps, but happy.” He squeezed her arm gently. “Smile.”

Emma forced a false smile onto her face, and nodded. “Sorry. I’m just . . . I don’t know what to do. Everyone was staring. They still are.”

Yves gave a haughty sniff of disdain. “That is due to me. You are not remarkable.”

“Oh. A-alright.” She wasn’t sure what to say to that. It felt like he was trying to reassure her by being rude. “Umm, so what should I do?”

He sighed, a pained expression flashing across his face before he resumed smiling. “Most noble women want to dance. Do you know how?”

She nodded. “Sariel made sure I had lessons.”

“Then come along. And look as if you want to do this.” Yves laced his fingers with her, guiding her out to the ballroom floor. Whispers and weighted gazes followed in their wake.

It took Emma a moment to realize what he intended. “Are you going to dance with me?”

Yves raised an eyebrow. “Yes. And you’d better not step on my feet. I refuse to look like an idiot in front of the peerage.”

“I’ll do my best.”

“You’d better.” His expression softened for a heartbeat before his icy arrogance descended again.

Emma settled into his embrace as gracefully as she could, and let him lead her into the first steps of this formal dance. His grip on her was gentle and firm. There was an unexpected strength to him, one that suited his elegance. His touch sent a wash of warmth through her.

Yves watched her with his sapphire gaze. “You’re smiling. A real smile.”

“Am I?” She felt her pulse speed. There was something about the way he looked at her. Something new, or perhaps, something she simply hadn’t noticed before.

He was silent a long moment as the music rose, filling the air. He spun her, and caught her, pulling Emma close for a moment. So close that she could feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath his fine suit and feel the whisper of his breath on her cheek. “You’re very pretty. When you smile.” Yves said it so softly that she almost didn’t hear. As if the words were more for him than for her.

In a slightly louder voice, one more pitched to conversation volume, he added, “Next time, let me fix your hair. This style doesn’t suit you.”

Emma nearly stumbled, the unexpected compliment followed by a criticism left her unsure of how to respond. “I, um, thanks?”

“Of course. I can’t allow Sariel’s protege to run about looking less than perfect.” His haughty voice belied the heat in his gaze, a flame burning amidst the icy arrogance of his demeanor.

The song came to an end, the music dwindling into the chatter of the crowded nobility. Yves stopped, though he did not release her hand. There was a tension between them, words unspoken, emotion not yet acknowledged.

Emma took a shallow breath, trying to calm her racing heart. Silly, to be so affected when all Evie had done was dance with her.

Yves lifted her hand to his lips, brushing a gentle kiss across the top. The light touch sent a jolt of electric pleasure buzzing from that spot up her arm and through her body. She felt hot and cold all at once, a new tension coiling in her low belly.

“Until next time,” Yves’ eyes were the blue of banked coals as he lightly squeezed her hand and then let go.

She wanted to reach for him. To dance another song, a hundred more even, but he was already turning away. And all around them, whispers rose up. Cruel gossip and cutting laughter. But Yves held his head high, and so Emma did as well.

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violettduchess · 1 year

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Pssst, I'm dropping by to ask: when you can, could you do a kiss fic for the sweet, capricious cat Yves Kloss? 😽💖 Thank you ahead darling~

A/N: The final prince suitor to get a kiss fic! (There are still plenty of vamp guys to go)

If you want to see more of the Prince suitors, you can request them for my new series: Afterglow. Requests for this series are always open!

Yves x Reader

Word Count: 600

He slinks into your bedroom, quiet as a cat, afraid to wake you. You, however, have been up and waiting for him. When he notices that you are not sleeping, he launches into a story about cupcakes that would not rise, berries too soggy to decorate with, and chocolate from a country that is clearly not even fit to be used in batter let alone stand on its own as a treat. You watch him as he fumes, a rogue streak of white flour coloring his cheek, his blue eyes bright as he vents his frustration. He’s already undone his cravat and the first button of his shirt while pacing, still rattling off all the things that made his baking endeavors for tomorrow’s tea such a challenge.

God, you love him when he’s like this.

So caught up is he that he doesn’t notice the way you slide out of bed, fleet-footed, until you are suddenly, shockingly, right in front of him, filling his field of vision with your slow smile, your expression turned-on bright as a flame.

His irritated words trail off as you slide your hands over his shoulders, then inwards. You lean forward, placing a chaste kiss to his cheek, nimble fingers working until the next button of his shirt opens. Yves has gone still, a feline frozen as it assesses a situation it is unsure of. Are you….? Do you want……? You drag your lips down his cheek and stop at the corner of his delectable lips, another button popping open.

Oh…..oh you do…..

“Thank you,” you murmur, the words warm as they brush his skin with heated breath.

Another button opens.

The tea party he has worked so hard for is for you, a celebration of your anniversary at the palace, and he has thrown himself completely into making it absolutely perfect. Because it is for you and you deserve nothing less than perfection.

Another button opens and you can trail the tips of your fingernails over the sensitive skin of his exposed chest. “Thank you,” you repeat before finally kissing him.

He is frozen no longer, your kiss unlocking him as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you tightly against him even as he feels his cheeks grow warm. He tastes sweeter than any confection, his mouth opening at your will, responding immediately to the prodding of your tongue. Your fingers continue on their quest until his shirt is open and pushed off his shoulders, floating to the carpet like a sail in gentle winds. You plunder his mouth, greedy hands sliding over the soft, pale skin of his back. You want him exposed to you, open to your touch and your desire. He allows you to guide him, his bare back hitting the soft bed, his body pinned underneath yours. His cheeks are flushed and you pause for just a moment as the fires of want blaze around you to tenderly wipe the white streak of flour off of his pink cheek. Your expression is soft and in your bright gaze, he sees the love you have for him, all of him, regardless of his background, regardless of his thorny temperament. And he loves you back, with every fiber of his being.

His lips part and you lean down, your body pressing his into the bedding, your mouth accepting his invitation. Tonight you will indulge yourself in all that is Yves, from his sweet kisses to his delicious gasps of pleasure to the enticing feel of his skin against yours.

And you will enjoy every moment of it.

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randonauticrap · 7 months

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Blush (Yves Kloss x Reader)

Happy Gift Witch Day, @kissmetwicekissmedeadly !! I hope you enjoy this little fluffy bonfire Yves fic! <3

Prompt: Bonfire night

Suitor: Yves Kloss

Warnings: None, mere fluff

The domestic faction members sat around a dancing flame that licked the night air with an invasive warmth. The soft amber glow lit their faces as they talked and laughed with each other over the food that Leon had fixed for everyone, and you smiled in content at all of their happy faces. You sat next to Yves, who was perched on the log with his back straight and his head held high. You had rarely seen the 5th Prince let his guard down; he was beautiful, the exact definition of what you always thought a prince would be like: poised, polished, and seemingly perfect in every way.

But one look at you sends the impassive prince into disarray. His bright blue eyes meet yours and he sees the small smile on your face as you study him, and his cheeks redden as he turns away. "What are you looking at me like that for?!" He whisper-screeched, and you giggled.

"You're just so handsome, Yves." You replied simply, admiring how his curtain of silky blond hair covers his deeply reddening cheeks, and his earring swings madly as he whips his face away from your sight.

"I- I- well, thank you, but- but-! Didn't anyone ever tell you that staring is rude?!" His voice raised in pitch and caught the attention of the other princes nearby.

"What did you say to our dear Yves to get hin flustered like that, hm?" Jin crooned, chuckling at his younger brother's embarrassment.

"I just told him how handsome he is." You smiled, your shining eyes never leaving the little prince.

"Well, well, well, Yves has an admirer, huh?" Leon joined in.

"I am sure she is just referring to the way I present myself!" Yves snapped, and it would be easier to believe that he truly thought that, were his ears not beginning to turn the same color as his cheeks.

Leon and Jin laughed, then ultimately returned to their conversation from before, and you and Yves were left to suffer the awkward silence alone. But after several seconds, you leaned over towards Yves and whispered, "I wasn't talking about your clothes. I was talking about you."

He coughed suddenly into his hand and held it there, and if you hadn't seen the small smile growing on his lips from behind his manicured fingers, you would think you had upset him again. But once you looked away from him and back at your plate, you heard his soft voice in your ear,

"Well, I think you're rather beautiful, too."

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nightghoul381 · 10 months

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To My Dearest Love~ Yves Kloss x Reader

Over halfway through the challenge, thank you @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess for hosting!

Prompt: 8. Postcards Pairing: Yves Kloss x Reader Genre: Angst Warning: Implied Death of Reader

Pictured: A dazzling arrangement of roses

May 14th

My dearest love,

I saw the first bloom this morning as I was looking out to the gardens. The sunlight was just peeking over the horizon, you would have told me how much the golden hue of the sky reminded you of my hair. I wish you could have been there with me. It means nothing, I know it means nothing and yet I still feel compelled to write this postcard. I know you’ll never read it. I don’t even know why I’m doing this. But for whatever reason it makes it seem less lonely.

Forever Yours,

Yves Kloss

Pictured: The night sky over crashing waves

July 10th

My dearest love,

I accompanied Nokto on a business venture in Benitoite and I needed to tell you about it. The coast is so lovely. Not nearly as lovely as you, of course, but I can imagine the sparkle in your eye that you would have, taking in the sandy shore and ultramarine waters. It makes my heart ache to know that we will never get a chance to experience this together. I must admit, I was hoping that by now the pain would have eased a bit. Yet, it seems to continue to reawaken, ebbing and flowing like the tides. You would have wanted to feel the water, to walk along the beach. That is precisely why I couldn’t. I did try, but my breath would catch each time and I just… I just couldn’t. Anyways, enough dire talk. I do miss you and I know you would have loved to visit Benitoite.

Forever Yours,

Yves Kloss

Pictured: Windswept Plains

August 21st

My dearest love,

I visited the Jadean capital and had tea with Prince Keith. It was pleasant, the air was warm and the scent of flowers filled the air. It smelled like you. That night, I had a dream that everything had gone back to how it was. It felt so real. I could feel the warmth of your body as we held each other. Waking up was such a difficult thing to accept. I longed to spend even another minute in that dream with you. That’s all I have left. Memories and dreams. I return to Rhodolite castle tomorrow. I almost dread returning to those familiar halls knowing I’ll never again see you running down them to greet me. My, I really have let my dour mood influence this card. I love you, I will love you until the end of time.

Forever Yours,

Yves Kloss

Pictured: White roses amongst green leaves

September 17th

My dearest love,

The summer has come to an end. Yesterday my brothers forced a surprise party on me. I had no intention of celebrating my birthday. Without you, I can’t seem to find anything to celebrate anymore. If only birthday wishes could come true. I’d wish for you to be back in my arms. I’d wish to see the smile on your face that greeted me each morning. This will be the last postcard I send. My brothers are concerned with me continuing to write to you as though you’re still here, so it’s time I move forward. I know this, yet it is still so painful to say goodbye. My heart will always belong to you. I will never know a more wonderful person; none could possibly compete. Know that my love for you will remain eternal. You have me, all of me, forever. You are always on my mind. We shall meet again someday, I promise.

Until I find you again,

Yves Kloss

Akatsuki swallowed thickly as he crouched over the tombstone, placing the stack of postcards in a small divot he had dug along the side.

“It’s good to know that you were so loved.” He murmured, scooping the displaced dirt over your lover’s words. “I don’t think that boy realized that I would read the postcards he had sent to the bookstore, but he clearly thought the world of you. I’m glad you were able to experience such a deep love during your time on this Earth.”

Rising to his feet, he gave one final statement, “Rest well, dear one.”

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maries-gallery · 10 months

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For Yves, happiness comes in the light that shines in your smile, in your joy and well being.

If you are happy, so is he.

And on bad days, Yves knows exactly how to chase the clouds away from your eyes. Quick to fill his bathtub with warm water, rose scented bubbles for your skin and bath salt with rose petals for the stress. He doesn’t give you time for questions, as he leads you in the bathroom and sits you in the tub.

“Yves what is-” You question as he pushes you in the room, already stripping you off your shirt.

“Just get in and let me take care of you.”

You do, letting out a blissful sigh as his dutiful fingers massage your scalp, your fiance washing your hair for you, the air lightly dusted with a sweet aroma of fresh blooming flowers.

The softest of smiles curves the corners of his lips when you lean in his touch, eyes fluttering close as you bathe in the water’s warmth and the pressure of his fingers untangling sinews and nerves. The stress of the day slowly releasing you of its claws.

“Feels good?” He asks, heart swelling in his chest when you answer with a nod of your head, “The bath salt comes from Benitoite, people use it for smooth skin and relaxation. The rose soap is from here, a man in the country prepares it himself with his own garden roses.”

He takes time to wash away the remnants of soap and tension, helping you out of the bath and straight into the softest cotton bathrobe. The fabric caressing your skin as you slide your arms in the sleeves.

But Yves isn’t done and he intends on pampering you until you have enough of it. So he sits you in front of his vanity, brushing your hair with the utmost care and tenderness before styling them with rich scented oils and silk ribbons that match your nightgown.

“Stop moving around like that!” He lightly scolds you, a soft loving smile on his features as you fidget in your place, both excited and impatient to see the result.

“But I want to see what it looks like!” He melts as genuine happiness flashes in your eyes, knowing that he has succeeded in bringing your smile back to your features.

“You look beautiful… As always.” You do not have to turn around to catch the red hue on his porcelain cheeks.

Now Yves’s favourite step has come: your skincare. He applies all kinds of creams and serums to your skin, soft fingers massaging your face and nape.

And when all is done, his lips come to your forehead in a peck, guiding you to the mirror in his room to show you your reflection.

“See? You look much prettier with a smile on your face.”

Indeed you do. As nothing in this world could light up his heart like your smile does. Nothing in this world, could make his chest swell with joy, like the happiness in your eyes does.

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xxsycamore · 1 year

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—𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳(𝘴)

► SYNOPSIS:

...And when his height gets in the way of achieving that, his tall girlfriend comes to the rescue. Not that he asked for it.

▍yves x tall!MC (belle) ▍rating: G ▍tags: Tall!MC (Belle); Height Differences; Fluff; Christmas Decorations; Humor; Humor and Fluff ▍wordcount: 1,032

▍masterlist

▍a/n: This one is for all the tall belles out there!! I'm quite tiny myself but I always wanted to write something like this! Hope you enjoy!!

Written for mine and @voltage-vixen's 'Tis The Season For Love challenge!

PROMPT: "Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree."

Aside from a holiday to spend with loved ones, Christmas is an opportunity for Yves. An opportunity to put his brilliant mind and his refined sense of beauty to use. Now that he has a Belle to impress, he must be exceptional. The halls have to be decked and they have to be decked well. The tree must stand tall and glamorous; adorned with ribbons and glass ornaments and to be impossible not to be admired by whoever happens to walk by. No, no, Belle's eyes on the tree is all that matters! The additional praise wouldn't be unwanted, especially if it's from his dear Licht, but then Yves' mind trails off in the list of brothers until he remembers a certain hellcat. Everybody knows how cats and Christmas trees are - they should not be allowed in the same room. Which just adds to the list of rooms Clavis is unwelcomed in.

And tall and glamorous the tree stands.

Tall.

Now, it's not like Yves has to do everything with his own two elegant hands - there are people for that. That's why he was content enough with giving directions as he oversaw the process of decorating many walls and surfaces around the castle, but this here is different. He specifically ordered for noone to enter here as he takes care of beautifying the tree, sending a note for Belle to come in half an hour to be the first seeing the result.

He's soaring on the wings of love, driven to enfold his talents in order to impress her…alas, the wings don't bring him high enough.

The tips of his deft fingers, clad in snow-white glove, are barely holding onto the star ornament meant to be placed at the highest point of the tree. A little more and he risks it falling to the tiled floor with a horrifying sound of broken glass. He doesn't want that to happen, no, so he summons more concentration. The bottom of the star barely grazes the branch it's meant to stand on, yet, the realization is knocking on the door. He simply cannot reach with that height of his.

Knock knock.

No, this is not his realization knocking at a metaphorical door this time, it's all quite real, so it must be-

"Belle!"

Blue eyes widening, Yves takes a step back, lowering himself from the tips of his toes but not fast enough to hide what he's been up to. This is a nightmare; he managed to get distracted enough so the time has passed without his knowledge, Belle is here, he's not ready, and she most likely saw his futile attempt to reach higher…

"Wow…woooow! Yves! It looks amazing! You did this all by yourself?"

Ah. Maybe he's saved by his own creation, albeit unfinished.

"Why, yes. Are you doubting it?"

Belle laughs and her laugher is the sound of dozen delicate little golden bells that unfortunately Yves cannot adorn the tree with. Though, that's fine, she always wears those best.

She comes in closer, sweeping her hand over each of his shoulders as their little inside joke with which she teases him for his occasionally proud nature. Then, she would normally go for a kiss over his cupid's bow, puckered by a frown she summoned with her teasing - yet, this time his lips are the ones welcoming hers. To the disadvantage of his height, Yves loves to grasp the back of her neck and pull her down, gently. It's a simple greeting kiss, a little more than a pressing of lips against lips, but with the perfect amount of decency that only aims to say I missed you.

But his beloved has sharp eyes.

"What about the star?"

Yves' eyes trail down to where hers are curiously staring, the object in his hands, wits are hurriedly coming up on his mind.

"Ah, uh, I actually… I wanted you to place it." He thrusts the ornament into her hands, with a suddenly highlighted reaction to their briefly touching hands. The rise of intensity of the moment doesn't translate to Belle, who only appears more smug about the whole exchange.

"Hooh? Are you sure it's that, and not that you couldn't reach…?"

Yves is at the brink of producing a choking sound in his throat that is anything but suiting his elegant persona. He's so held aback by being found out, he can just grit his teeth and face away from his beloved.

"Okay, maybe I DO need help putting the star on top of the tree."

"Huh?" Blinking with invisible question marks floating above her, Belle makes Yves turn towards her but keeps her hands on his shoulders even after he does. "I was just teasing you… why didn't you ask anyone? Or take a stepladder?"

Yves wants to go outside, find a nice pile of snow and bury himself there. It would even help cool his burning cheeks aside from releasing him from living in embarrassment.

"I told you, I wanted you to-"

"Wait, I've got you!"

And suddenly Yves feels weightless, breather dying in his throat. The scent of Belle overwhelms him as the tight hug from behind sends him soaring in the air, this time it's real unlike before, but Yves can't allow himself to bask in the feeling. He wants to be unhanded immediately, and he remembers the star he's still holding, and he knows he has to place it in order to touch the ground again. And place it he does.

"Yaaay!" Belle exclaims, clapping her hands quietly as much as she can while still hugging Yves from behind.

"Why did you do that?? What if you strained your arms? I can't be that light, you could have-"

"But Yveees, you were so cute…"

Belle pouts, glad that at least her boyfriend is not facing her because she wouldn't be able to handle his scolding while face to face. Thankfully he's not struggling to get out of her grasp just yet.

Up this close, she can see the tips of his ears burning red. A goofy smile spreads on her lips.

Smooch smooch smooch

"B-Belle, that's enough! Let me go! I have other decorations to show you…!"

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ikemenlibrary · 8 months

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Calling all Ikémen Prince Content Creators!

(as usual, this gorgeous banner was made by our wonderfully talented @sunnyikemen)

This has been quite a long time coming, but I am excited to announce that @sunnyikemen and I are planning the next Ikemen Fandom Gift Exchange!

This time it will be for Ikémen Prince, and I cannot be more thrilled to finally release the sign up sheet for this event.

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Just like before (and if you haven't joined before, here's the information for you!!), once we get everyone’s information organized and sorted, we will be reaching out to everyone individually on October 6 to let you know who you’ve been assigned to as well as how long you have to create the project and everything to know about the due date.

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annaliessse · 9 months

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Time for our kitty cat, pretty Prince Yves.

𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕺𝖛𝖊𝖗

Word Count: 758

He’s really done it this time.

Yves sighs as he prepares a plate of freshly baked cookies. There already was a table full of sweets in your room, but after what you’ve experienced today, he wanted to indulge you with everything you wanted. Maybe later, he could shout Clavis’ ear off after one of his pitfalls caused you to sprain your ankle, but for now, all he wants is to make you feel better. Along with a pot of tea, Yves takes the cookies back to your room.

He opens the door to find you wincing as you sit up to take a macaron. His heart aches with guilt, and immediately, Yves rushes to your side and helps with your food.

“Thank you, Yves.” You smile brightly, eyes sparkling as you take a bite of the rose macaron he made earlier. Yves thought you beautiful, and it was like looking at the palace’s rose gardens. You looked genuinely happy, unbothered by the injury that would leave you bedridden for days.

Still, Yves sees a hint of pain in your eyes, and if he wasn’t so worried about you, he’d go straight to his hellcat of a brother and punch him. Or maybe take away his dessert privileges for a month.

“You’re pouting, Yves.”

“I’m not!”

“But you are, though.” You lean closer, a smile playing on your lips as his ears redden with the close proximity. “I told you I’m fine. It’s just a slight injury.”

“Slight?! You can’t walk for a week! And even then, you would need crutches to get around the palace.” Yves’ face falls. “This is all my fault. I’m sorry.”

You drop the macaron you are holding and look at him.

“If I hadn’t invited you to the gardens this morning, this wouldn’t have happened. I should’ve listened when you wanted to visit that new café. We could have gone today. Then, all these wouldn’t have happened.” He avoids your eyes and instead looks at the blue sky outside. “My bad luck is rubbing on you.”

From the corner of his eye, Yves notices you frowning. You set the plate of macarons on the table and move closer.

“Yves, no.” He refuses to meet your eyes, and Yves feels your gentle touch on his chin, guiding him to look at you straight in the eyes.

“None of this is your fault. I wanted to spend time with you, whether it be in the gardens or in town. It just so happened that Clavis set a trap that we both failed to notice. Besides,”

You hold his hands and your eyes crinkle when you smile at him.

“I don’t mind being injured. Not when I get to see you like this.”

“A panicked mess?”

“A doting lover.” You lean closer, foreheads touching and Yves breathes in your comforting scent. “I love you fussing over me. I love seeing you cook all my favorite dishes. I love you feeding me every dessert on this table. It’s times like these when I feel you most, Yves.”

You kiss him and on his lips, you whisper.

“Every time I see the worry in your eyes, the gentleness in your touch, and the care in your food, I fall for you more. I don’t care how many pitfalls I have to tumble into, or how many tea parties have to be ruined. I would do it over and over, Yves. Because if there’s one thing I want most in the world, it’s to bask in the beauty of your love every, single, second.”

It was quiet for a moment, and when you lean back to look at him, Yves finds himself softly crying as he stares at you. Your words quieted all the voices of inadequacy in the back of his head. He loved you so, and he often worries whether he was enough for you and your pure heart. But, at this moment, he wonders whether he has gotten it all wrong.

Yves for sure thought that he loved you more.

Yet, when he looks deeply into your eyes, he sees the possibility of you loving him more.

There was nothing but unbridled affection in your irises. You look at him like a granted dream. You look at him like a wish come true. You look at him like a blessing, so different from the cursed looks of those who hated his bad luck and Obsidianite blood.

Yves pulls you in for a gentle kiss.

He’ll make sure to bake Clavis a cake later in the afternoon.

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