#sariel x reader

[riveranova]

youre headcanons were so funny, could you do more please? there is this trend on tiktok where girlfriends film their boyfriends sleeping positions, can you do that but with the ikemen prince guys?

and female reader please and thank you!💗💗

A/N: I know EXACTLY what you mean! So sorry for the long wait, here you go! <3

I also made this Gender Neutral because there is no mention of any gender. I hope thats fine!

IkePri's Sleeping positions! x GN! Reader - Part 1

Warnings: A teensie bit suggestive, pure crack to be honest, Nokto

Characters: Gilbert, Silvio, Keith, Sariel, Rio, Clavis, Notko, Ikemen Prince

Word Count: 610

Gilbert von Obsidian

- Still - LIke, he doesn't move - He scares the shit out of you because he's literally cold and unmoving - Literally laying there like 🧍🏻 - WILL make fun of you if you panic and wake him up - He's a little shit, obviously he thinks that your crying face is adorable - Do you honestly think that he'd go out like that? - Do you even love him? - It's not that? Ahh, so you doubt him. - ''I'm hurt, little rabbit. I think I need to remind you how alive I truly am, heehee...''

Silvio Ricci

-This man is a prick - If you sleep in the same bed as him, I'm sorry - Will 100% not only steal your blankets and throw them to the floor but will also take up all the space in your bed - I don't think he's completely silent when he sleeps but he doesn't snore either - More like.. really loud breathing - My dog breathes really loud when he's sleeping well - Hold on.. Silvios crest- - I rest my case.

Keith Howell

-I'm pretty sure that he's a silent sleeper - There is one big problem, uh tall problem - Tall. He's very tall. (I'm 181cm, I feel the pain) - I'd imagine that he has trouble sleeping in small beds because of his height - Poor guy is completely folded next to you so that you have some space - His back pain must be horrible, oh dear - Now, his alter is a different story - I think he'd just pull you onto him - He's tall and strong, he can be your bed <3

Sariel Noir

-Does he even sleep - I think the question with him isn't how he sleeps but how you find him sleeping - His job is hard and trying to keep the chaos (Clavis & Nokto, really) in check is a lot - Falls asleep on his desk, mostly - Hunched over his papers, the candle already out and cold for a long time - This man has chronic back pain, that isn't even up for debate - Wakes up easily and decides to follow you into bed

Rio Ortiz

-I think he doesn't sleep much either - For him, I think it's because he just has too much energy - He just loves to get everything ready for you to start your day, he knows you work so, so hard - But even this battery needs some charging sometimes - Can and will sit down on a chair, sleep (sitting straight up) for an hour and wake up as if he slept a week - Has no back pain either - What is his secret? We will never know

Clavis Lelouch

-Okay. - We know that this idiot doesn't even have a bed in his room - When he does sleep, he just throws himself into his couch and sleep like that - Because when he's tired.. He's TIRED - Hangs off of the side of the couch like not quite dried paint - Cyran covers him with a blanket sometimes but doesn't bother most of the time because Clavis just plucks it off in his sleep - Doesn't sleep very long or very deep, he has a tight schedule after all! Haha! Ahaha! Haa.. poor Sariel.

Nokto Klein

-:I - I think we all know where this is going - Look, I know he's not ALL about women and sex - But he's MOSTLY about it and I'm pretty sure he doesn't even care where he falls asleep - Literally falls asleep with his arms in postions that do NOT look comfortable - Don't worry tho, just pluck his arms from under whatever bodypart they are and lay him down normally - Deep sleeper, 100% - Has mastered THE nap. Like the one where you wake up and you have imprints of your clothes

Thank you for reading, requests are always open!

[etheries1015]

You never thought you'd see this person again.

Not like you particularly wanted to, either. But there they were, standing in front of the castle begging for your attention. The moment your eyes laid upon them you took a step back and sternly said,

"No. Leave, I have nothing to say to you."

But they insisted.

The princes watched this exchange as it went on, and before they knew it you surprised them all by screaming nearly at the top of your lungs for them to leave, how they wronged you, how they didn't deserve to return to your life. They hadn't seen you in such a state of distress before, not even Rio knew what to do in this instance.

They were quickly escorted away as you ran off a sobbing mess, running into the chest of your suitor and legs trembling as they held you steady. Upon seeing your tears, his eyes darken with murderous intent, and a scowl is painted upon his lips as he uses his strong arm to turn your face into his chest as you sob uncontrollably. With a low growl and hands shaking with anger, he inquired;

"Who did this to you?"

He vowed to... 'take care' of this person, at any costs.

Nobody steals the smile of his beloved, and he will make that abundantly clear to any who dare try.

[roboobies-guilliman]

Devotion

Something I wrote on @moodymisty discord server. Features Sariel, a Slaaneshi Emperor's Child OC, and his little devotee, who believes she's serving a loyal Astartes and proving her devotion to the God Emperor. Pretty much just came up with Sariel for this snippet, so don't have much lore/thoughts on him yet, but I'm sure I'll come up with something more. Enjoy.

CW/TW: dubcon, mistaken identity (not sure if this qualifies)

"May your light f-fill me, Lord, and cleanse my body. Keep my spi-pirit safe from the enemies of Mankind-"

Sariel grunted as he thrust into his little devotee's body. She was warm and tight around him, her whole body moving with his thrusts. Her eyes were glassy, and drool trailed down her chin, but she still continued to try and recite her prayers to the Corpse Emperor. It was adorable.

Sariel gave a particularly hard thrust and her prayers were interrupted by a moan. She tried to continue, but Sariel picked up the pace, hypnotized by the way her breasts bounced each time he plunged deep into her.

"Your d-divine ligh-ght guides me to ser-serve ever faith-thfully, and-"

Her prayers were cut off by a moan, and she clenched around Sariel. As he felt her reach orgasm around him, Sariel leaned over and bite her neck, as gently as he could.

"Good, good," he praised, between licking at her blood. "You're doing so well, proving your devotion to me. You must continue though, to prove your devotion to the Lord." He neglected to mention which Lord exactly she was devoting herself to.

She tried to continue with the rest of the prayer, but she never got more than a word or two in before she whimpered or moaned again. Sariel continued his thrusts all the while, enraptured with the sounds she made. He wanted to hear those sounds for a long time.

----

"You failed to properly show your devotion." Sariel said, as seriously as he could. "You have failed in your duty to the Lord."

The face of his devotee fell. "I dedicated my full self to the God Emperor, Lord Angel."

Sariel raised his eyebrow. "You could have fooled me into thinking otherwise. That display was pathetic."

It hadn't been, it had been so arousing he had continued to fuck her long after she had fallen silent from overwhelming pleasure and pain.

"I'm sorry, Lord Angel, it was just so hard to speak my prayers while you were inside me." She looked down sadly at where her hands rested in her lap.

His cock twitched at the look on her face, but he didn't let it show. Instead, he scowled at her. "Blaming an Angel of the Lord for your own failure and weakness? I knew you were a cockhungry little slut, but I didn't realize you were also a heretic."

She looked up wildly. "No, my Lord! I would never blame you for my own weakness. I should have been able to handle your holy attention better. It was my fault, that I failed to speak my prayers "

"At least you know where you failed." He told her. "Next time, when you prove your devotion to the Lord again, you will do better, or I will be forced to punish you."

"Yes, Lord Angel! I will finish my prayers to the most Holy God Emperor and prove my devotion to Him and His Angels!" Her eyes shined with determination.

'No you won't.' Sariel thought. 'I won't let you. And then, well, I'll have some fun.'

[moonsglare]

Acheron angst is like unrealistically spicy food. It hurts so bad but it’s just so good…

Anyways: I hope this will be this 🤏 much engaging for you.

You vaguely thought it was ironic, a little memory teased at your mind through the agony. You’d switched tags at the perfect (or worst, depending on your point of view) time. Despite the pain, and the fact you were the one dying— not she. All that you could see in your mind’s eye was her. That horrified look on her face as she watched you fall- She’d never been one for such exaggerated expressions, usually opting for that flat look. That stare you’d grown oh so fond of. That’s when the weight of the situation seemed to settle itself on you. Seemed like such a heavy weighted blanket, oddly comforting—however suffocating at the same time. She was right there. A hand stretch away, but you couldn’t seem to muster up the strength to lift your head. The blanket got to your limbs first, that comforting feeling slowly pushing that horrible pain away. It moved up your legs, up your fingertips- Spreading to every fiber of your being. Black. You’d closed your eyes. You felt a numb vibration shaking you, suddenly she was there— Right above you. Something felt vaguely wet, and with a little bit of focus you began to realize her tears painted your face, a beautiful canvas for her to paint her misery. You had a thought far off in the distance, Idrila would be pleased.. You forced a smile on your face, despite all the effort it demanded. You could hear her voice, whispering.. Murky through the blanket that whose weight was working its way to your chest.

Seconds later, you’d close your eyes— Feeling the calm arms of Death herself wrap themselves around you. Her darkness closing in.

Now she who stood alone, hovered above the still warm body of the one she’d once held in her arms, kissed with all the love she could give— felt herself go cold as if she too had become one of those many corpses that scattered this Aeon forsaken planet. Acheron. In that moment when Death claimed you for herself, she had claimed this widowed woman as well.

DUDE when i tell you i have something cooking up for acheron involving her having to watch you die.......................... BUT IT'S WORSE 😈😈😈 there's a sprinkle of hi3 lore in it but i'm keeping it mostly vague so non hi3 players/lore enthusiasts can still fairly keep up with it :) N E WAY this is so fucking good, my liege, LOVE angst w acheron sm. the way u wrote this and the gradual progression of reader's thoughts leading up to the eventual cessation of them is SO yummy YOU COOKED frfr

[art-of-love-and-war]

hi! Can I request for an ikepri hc with babyyy? Where they bring their baby to work with them! like Sariel bring his baby to work with him like perhaps to a teaching or the princes meeting with him, and his baby was just babbling there (awe ><) . For Nokto where he bring his baby to his meeting with some higher up, and while he was working, he's also playing with the baby ( I imagine between he or licht will get a twin or triplets, depends on you which one of them). Licht/Leon bring their babies to combat practice. For Jin I can't think of anything yet, so if you got one, pleas do it hehe ( I really cant stop thinking that he will really get a twin born) . You can do a pt 2 for other princes too if you want :))

Characters: Leon Dompteur, Licht Klein, Nokto Klein and Sariel Noir and how they are as parents. Rating: General. Word count: 1,394 words  Author note: I’m sorry in advance for any ooc parts on Sariel’s, he is the shortest bit I bit since I haven’t read his route, I probably will re-write it on another hc’s for funsies as well as do the other princes. But so far I’m pretty satisfied. Also this is more of them as fathers more than just with baby kids.

[୨୧] — Leon Dompteur

He is a fun dad, and he adores being a father. 

There’s just something about having innocence in the palm of his hand, to be able to protect it, raise it, shape it. A memory of all things he could never have and a silent prayer to the sky above. 

He applies the “be the adult you never had as a child”

He won’t ever mind tending to the baby’s needs, sure, people keep saying that wetnurses and nannies are there for a reason since he is the King, but it brings him joy to be able to help his child. 

I don’t think Leon would bring the baby to combat practice, maybe during lunch breaks, but he tries to keep the little prince/princess away until they are older so they start to understand the art of war and combat. 

But all of his men have sworn complete loyalty over the little one, most are eager for when the child grows up and has their division in the army to join their ranks. 

He is super caring of both you and the baby, he always makes sure to thank you profusely for giving him a child (a first of many or so he plans *Wink wink*) 

He takes pride in every achievement of the baby, “Yes, that’s my child!” big cheerleader dad. 

Did the baby learn how to sit, crawl, and roll? He’d be over the moon. He tells everyone. 

His brothers are so done with the conversation. They can’t help but love their little niece/nephew though. 

He is a bit weak and wants to spoil the child rotten, but at the same time, he holds himself back. Wants to build character for his child but doesn’t neglect them.

He would never neglect them. 

Instead, he wants to instruct the child that while they are part of the royalty, there’s an immense gap between social classes, but everyone is equal and their lives are as valuable as any other. They are in a privileged position and it's their job to make everyone’s quality of life better with the power they hold.

 [୨୧] — Nokto Klein

While he looks like he doesn’t want to be a dad, he’d be the happiest man on earth to have a mini copy of him and you around. 

Warning, this baby/babies(?) are completely spoiled rotten, he won’t care. Your kid(s) deserve the entire world. 

You smack him in the back of the head from time to time because your baby takes longer to walk since Nokto is always carrying them around.

Just like Leon, he is also one to brag about anything and everything his child does, even as a baby. 

It also serves two very useful purposes: to get more information or to escape meetings he doesn’t want to attend (but ends up attending anyways). 

In the first place, he already likes bringing his child everywhere with him and bringing him to parties or social gatherings is a huge plus. 

Everyone fawns about him and the baby, about how a great father he is and how cute the baby is. 

“Oh, I know.” 

Having a baby in his arms gets him a chance to start gossiping with other nobles and get more information after a good talk about parenthood.

His face would get so dark if anyone ever dismissed the feelings of a child, he thinks it's so important that his child or children in the near future (hopefully, if you wish) would feel loved and have all of their needs met. 

As for the latter aspect, it seems that he has a telepathic bond with the baby. 

Does he have to walk into a meeting? Thankfully the nanny comes running to him because the baby won’t stop crying unless he holds them.

He excuses himself for a moment or tries to call the meeting off, but since he can’t squeeze himself out of his duties most of the time he ends up attending and brings the baby with him.

 [୨୧] — Licht Klein

He is absolutely scared and anxious about every action and decision he takes as a parent.

Don’t get it wrong, he adores you and your baby(s) and would be even more scared if you happened to have twins, knowing his story with his brother and he doesn’t want the story to repeat itself before his eyes.

He believes any child should be free of the burdens from their parents and he lives off by that since having children with you. 

Those dark thoughts? Those past shadows and intrusive nightmares that present themselves before his eyes? He shakes them all off with the light that shines so pure from holding his kid(s). 

Despite being a bit reluctant, knowing the tensions between him and his brother, the child seems to like Nokto a lot, and Licht relies on his brother from time to time, it's not what he would do often but he appreciates another figure the baby can start to trust. 

A thing that brings him so much joy is being able to spend time together. With you leaning against his side and the child nestled between you in bed while he hums a beautiful lullaby he knows will soothe you both, or when you read out loud to them, while the child rests flat against his chest. It's such a calming scene, even when picturing it in his mind.

I also picture Licht as the type to not bring the baby to combat practice until they are much much older; and even if having a skill in combat is important as part of royalty, he relies on his brothers, maybe Yves or even Leon to start the child on their way of learning how to properly use a sword.

When the child grows he won’t even spar with them, he fears his style of combat is too beastly and ruthless, he doesn’t want to harm them by accident or to be violent toward them, even in practice.

He is such a loving father too, he wants to be present in every aspect of their life with you and he gladly takes on any tasks that require him. 

Are you too busy one day or just want to spend a day by yourself? No troubles, he and the baby will go with Uncle Yves and have tea and sweets. Well, the baby will have milk and maybe Licht will have the entire tray of sweets since the baby is still too young to eat those. 

 [୨୧] — Sariel Noir

This man is a master at multitasking, so handling the baby any day won’t be of any trouble, after all, he almost raised the youngest of the princes so it's a piece of cake for him. 

But he’d rather that you handle the baby at most times since his line of work can encounter some awful people that might stay on his bad book. 

If he knows it will be a calm day with him staying at the office doing paperwork he’d certainly want the child to be with him. 

He can be a busy man and wants to at least keep an eye on his child. 

I can also picture him having a play-pen in his office, he can keep an eye out on the baby; if he happens to have moments where he needs to take a break, he’ll sit with the baby, watch them sleep, and play with them if they are awake.

His favorite times though, are at night, especially if hours passed without both of you seeing each other, he wants the domestic part of having a family of being a husband and a father. 

Oh, but the clouds of not-so-nice thoughts are always clouding the back of his mind, telling him how he should not get attached as all of what you had built together could disappear at any moment by the desire of anyone that considers him a danger. 

But seeing his face, you know how to scare those awful thoughts away, smiling, handing the baby to him, and watching his lips curl into a gentle smile. 

As the child grows I can picture him being a stern dad, he makes sure his child knows that they are loved and he shows it with actions and quality time you spend together as a family.

[ashxngrotto]

𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

This is a story written for @olivermorningstar from the Secret Santa Event hosted by @lemeowade !!

Warnings: reader being referred to ‘he’, Christmas themed, fantasy AU in Theo’s part, Arranged marriage for Jude, and fake dating for Sariel, also he/him pronounces for the reader!

A/n: hello I hope you like this! ><

𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒍 𝑵𝒐𝒊𝒓 — 𝑭𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈

“To avoid letting any nobles or princes from the other countries knowing that you’re Belle, we will start dating.”

“W-wait.. what?” He was shocked, didn’t expected that sentence and the devilish smirk.

“Fake, fake dating.” Sariel said it out loud as if it was the most normal thing in the world, “to avoid people spreading rumours and stuff, we will be fake dating, is that all right for you, Belle?”

Oh, anyone would know that they couldn’t say no to that devilish smirk as if Satan himself came waving at you.

So, he said yes.

Sariel is now sorting out documents for Chevalier’s faction, also asking servants to search for Luke for his absence for the whole morning.

“Sariel?”

There he is, no, not Luke, but the “fake partner”. Sariel saw something in his hand, what could that be?

He held out a small present box, the colour is the same s Sariel’s eye colour, a beautiful amethyst-coloured ribbon on top.

He smiled and handed the present to Sariel, and Sariel took it with both his hands,

“What is this?” Sariel asked, his voice filled with gentleness and tenderness as he spoke, no one except Belle himself has ever heard the ‘devil’ spoke so gently.

Inside the box was a snake-shaped pin, and a Rhodolite stone in the middle as decoration.

Belle shrugged as he began, “I don’t know what to give you for Christmas, I know you don’t like sweets that much, and you definitely wouldn’t like roses.”

Sariel chuckled, he was so sweet for thinking and giving him a gift for Christmas.

“So I chose a pin, and it even had a Rhodolite stone!” His voice was filled with excitement as his face lit up with joy.

Sariel’s lips were curved into a delicate smile, he took out a hairpin from his drawer, one that was given to him from the previous king, saying that he may need it for someday, sure, today’s the day.

The hairpin was rose-shaped, also with a Rhodolite stone.

Sariel leaned closer, as he whispered in Belle’s ear like a snake whispering sweet nonsense to its pry.

Sariel began with a soft, but also seducing voice as he began, “this Christmas, and for every Christmas from now on, I’ll give you the devil’s eternal love.”

As he spoke, the church bells rung, signalling it’s another Christmas in Rhodolite but also their first Christmas spent together.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒖𝒔 𝑽𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒈𝒉 — 𝑭𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒚 𝑨𝑼

Theo is kinda like a werewolf vampire in this au ><

“Hondje, come here” Theo sat with his legs open as he patted his muscular thighs signalling you to sit on them.

He sat on Theo’s lap, shifting as he found a more comfortable posture.

“You want something?” He laid his chin on Theo’s shoulder, speaking softly while stroking his lover’s ears.

“Food.” Theo chuckled as his lover pouted, clearly not satisfied with that answer.

“Alright…” Theo placed his hand on his lover’s waist, the other one unbuttoning his shirt, “I feel like I’m craving for your blood.”

His lover blushed, but didn’t stop him from continuing as Theo shed off his shirt, revealing his lover’s bare shoulder to him.

“May I..?” Theo’s fingers were tracing the outline of his lover’s bare shoulder, his lover nodded, giving him the permission.

Theo bit into his shoulder, as his lover softly let out a whimper, no matter how many times they’ve done this, it always feel so good in many ways.

Theo licked the blood away, showing his fangs to him.

“Merry Christmas..” Theo took his lover’s hand in his, softly kissing the back of it.

𝑱𝒖𝒅𝒆 𝑱𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒂 — ��𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆

Jude was never a gentle person.

“Hey Jude-“ Victor began

“Shut the hell up dumbass”

“Mean as always I see~” although being called a dumbass, Victor still had a charming smirk on his face, his lips curled into an elegant smile.

“I want you two to get married.”

Jude’s eyes widened, the cigarette between his lips fell off.

“What the f-“

That’s how you two got together, but Jude never saw you as a real partner, even after the wedding.

During the wedding night~

Jude’s back was facing you, his chest rose and fell as he slept.

You were still recovering from his previous rough and merciless actions, why did you agree to this marriage?

You saw Jude hanging out with other women, although he claimed it’s for work, you still didn’t believe him.

Why? You’ve tried hard to be a good fiancée, you did whatever what he wanted. And now you’re his partner for the rest of your lives. You’re not even sure will he love you someday.

You started thinking about the previous memories with him:

One time when you tried talking with him,

“Don’t annoy me, I’m working.” He blew the smoke out, and shooed you away yet again.

How many times already? You can’t remember anymore, you’re too tired of being pushed away, so you just tried to ignore this feeling that keeps stinging your heart every time.

“What now?” Jude’s handsome face was in front of you, his calloused fingertips caressing your tear-stained cheeks.

Wait.. when did I start crying? You thought to yourself.

“Thinking about stupid stuff again?” Jude’s voice was nothing gentle, or kind. Like how it always is.

“No I’m not.” You tried arguing, but can’t help to feel sad, why can’t he be gentle?

You began talking about all your unhappiness with him, “I don’t like this, I don’t like it when you’re treating me like a toy-“

“Who said your a toy?” His voice was sharp, but you can see that his eyes were carrying a tiny bit of gentleness, something that you’ve always wanted.

“..but you treated me like one.” You still don’t want to face him, so you looked away, not letting him see your tears-filled eyes.

“Look at me.” He turned your face to look at him directly.

“You’re never a toy,” he said.

You felt him leaning closer, his eyes are now looking at you lovingly, could it be he love you? Wait.. but it’s impossible..?

“You’re my partner.” He continued.

His lips are touching yours, kissing you oh-so-gently, nothing like how rough he was like two hours ago.

He pulled away after a while, leaving you panting heavily.

“I love you.”

His voice has never sound so sincere, he took your hand in his, as he kissed each of your fingertips.

“I, Jude Jazza, promise to love you..” he kissed your thumb.

“And take you as my partner..” he kissed your index finger.

“To have and hold from this day onwards,” a gentle kiss landed on your middle finger.

“For best, for worst, for rich or poor,” now your ring finger..

“In sickness and in health, to love and cherish,” he lips touched your pinky.

Now, he looked at you as if you’re his everything, you know, he never break his promises.

“Until death do us apart.” He kissed the your wedding ring.

He never break his promises, he’s for real.

He’ll never stop loving you, until death do you two apart.

[b4mb1m]

⎯⎯ㅤTORN FEELINGS ( ⭒ )

fandom # : ikemen prince

characters # : chevalier michel , sariel noir , y/n

a / n # : this is a rewrite of the previously posted fic of ' simpleton '

summary # : Chevalier gives y/n a hard time understanding his motive of being a unhelpful. atleast your buddies with Sariel.

Honestly menacing. That's the impression y/n always clung to when referring to the second prince. Chevalier, that man who grazed his eyes over her with a hint of displeasure was not a friendly sight. he would always scoff at her small mistakes and burden her with insults. it was needless, but the prince had found someone to throw his comments at. reminding y/n to feel like a verbally punctured punching bag.

it was shameless of him. he would continue his antics when passing by, her idly chatting away with others in the castle. he would always know how to degrade y/n. make her feel fallen victim to his mentally bruising comments.

their relationship was hard to digress into words. it wasn't necessarily abusive, at least not physically. they weren't on a positive note either, just hatred that spewed through Chevalier. perhaps he was jealous but even so that wouldn't make sense, too immature for him. however, Chevalier would seem to stay a mystery since he would always draw their distance to a close. pushing towards the other and eyeing down. distaste sought his eyes while he looked at her.

during those moments he wouldn't speak a word. no sound ushered. some days he grazed his hand over the other's face. imprinting their features in his mind. it always felt like he wished to make a sculpture of y/n based on these spur of the moment antics of Chevalier. he even let her come into his heart, or more so his private library. stacked across all walls were books of different origins and purpose. stacked in various orders, categorized to Chevalier's favors.

of course, he himself always had to be there, in the library when y/n passed through. he looked on at her, the books she picked out, and her expressions while reading the summary. he always sported an uninterested expression when she looked over to him.

y/n didn't enjoy being accompanied by Chevalier, but as royalty, he deemed y/n, the simpleton, wasn't well understanding of books. foolish isn't it?

as one of the only people to have seen and picked up a few tales that lay on the dusty bookshelves in his private library. it just seemed like another attempt to make her feel bad about herself. sometimes he chimed in to spoil what she was about to read. and by spoil for him it was a full-blown retelling of all the minor details in the book.

as expected demands were thrown to y/n as if she were his maid. clean this, stack this and finish this for me was now a daily occurrence. in his eyes she was as lowly rated as rubbish. Sariel caught on to this but couldn’t talk sense to the man. he played him off with one hand and ignored all the talk Sariel gave him. so Sariel just gave y/n more of a raise and apologized to her on the prince’s behalf. giving her the option to ignore the prince but it wasn’t that easy.

it weirded y/n out at the circumstances she had been given. more so the situation she was now stuck in. it only started as a few simple requests of her assistance.

she was a young girl who chose to live near a pond in the kingdom. it was magnificent, the pond. it always replayed the colors of its surroundings like an oil painting, glistening with the glow from the dropping rays of the Sun. she made a living from upkeeping gardens, and having well-versed knowledge in botanics got her far. that's why Sariel first contacted her.

the letters would always be something to do with their garden and their dire need to have y/n look at it with her own eyes, rather than Sariels attempts to find the corresponding descriptions. and of course, after doing this fairly often she got close with Sariel. he would let her get tours of the palace and look around, even stay for nights or days if needed. they bonded over many topics, whilst having a warm drink to accompany.

the first time she actually came close contact with the second prince was in his library.

it was, to say the least, blooming with the collection of books the sturdy bookshelves held. it was a room just dedicated to the collection's display. and as the girl glazed her eyes upon it she was left shuddering at the sudden presence of a hand on her arm. it was the second prince. he wore a grim look on his face when looking over her face.

he scoffed at her and pushed her away and through the heavy doors. with a snarky comment.

– curiosity killed the cat – as mysterious as ever, she thought.

on his day it was supposed to be a regular visit of hers to look over the garden flowers and if they were cared for. upon arrival she greeted Sariel and immediately headed towards the pristine gates that led to the garden. the magnificent gates were already opened, no sign of the two usual guards she was acquaintanced with. stealing glances over the blooming flowers - poppies, azaleas, daisies and so many more.roses were especially alluring this season, they were a memorable crimson red. if it had rained they were guaranteed to look just like fresh blood. glistening by newly slain victims' blood. tough now they looked unchirped, something y/n always hated. the perception of thorns seemed unclean and she always did the needed work to fix this.

whilst heading towards the roses an outstandish blonde came into view, she knew who it was but begged to be mistaken. Chevalier was seated in the gazebo. his pale complexion studied over the book he was reading. at his side he kept a notebook or perhaps journal, and a pen in his slim fingers. y/n decided to ignore him as best as she could.

now he was ignorant of her, head delved into the book he was reading.

he glanced at her a set of times, but his lips were sealed tight. y/n wanted to glance over at the man as well. when noticing a couple of pricks on the roses she sighed, got up from her crouching position and went over for some tools to take care of the problem.

as y/n was in the delicate shed she let her eyes roam over the walls, the ground, the covered desk, but she was incapable of finding the needed tools.

as y/n slightly edged her eyes to the entryway she saw a glimpse of white. she thought it was just a bird who flew by, but she was far from right on that. suddenly her body was engulfed by a new cologne, only the richest she assumed and felt arms creep around her sides. now there were hands that pressed her body in one small bundle. the grip on her body was unletting and suffocating by nature. just like a snake, starved for nutrients.

– looking for these? – he showed her the tools, laying plainly on his gloved hand. she went to take them from his grasp but inevitably got squeezed more. she tried pressing out of his hold. – what are you acompl-ishing this way? – a gritted reply came from her. he insisted on standing still, immovable. the churning and growling of her stomach was a clear sign of her becoming stunlocked from anxiety.

– do me a favor, simpleton, – he spoke in a brash tone. hands easing around her.

– would you accompany me? – she mulled over what he said. accompany him to where, exactly?

– be more specific, prince. – now Chevalier let her loose, and backed two steps away. – and I thought you were informed. – he smiled to himself, poking at her cluelessness. this angered the lass. and here she hoped he was genuinely being kind for once. y/n started to turn away from the man, noticing the tools he had somehow already placed on the desk behind her. she clutched the instruments between her arms. leaving in small, child-like steps. this made prince charming grin at her antics.

i didn't exactly impliment romantic feelings for either Chevalier and y/n. . .

wanted to write a more angsty story with a mean Chevalier who taunts reader.

[malachiexists13]

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[rjthirsty]

H For Handicap

I've created an ABC list for Ikemen Prince ranging from humorous crack-fic ideas to the smutty, with a dash of drama and angst. 26 letters of the alphabet x 13 characters / 12 months = 1 year of drabbles, headcanons, and creating with these men in mind.

Tags: Angst, Disabilities, Post Canon, GN!Reader,

Chevalier

Chevalier stands from his throne, waiting for you to hook arms with him. The two of you have gone through this routine many times, it’s so natural at this point for him to escort you out of the throne room once you’ve finished the petitions and visitors that came for the week. He can hear you moving, and a moment later he feels your hand slide through his waiting elbow. As regally as ever, he descends the stairs in measured steps. Nine stairs. Twenty-three to the door. No one is left in the room save for Sariel, he always could feel the presence of others very well, even Four Eyes.

The feel of the floor changes under his boots. Through the palace the two of you stroll. Most people will move aside for the King of Rhodolite, so it is of little consequence to move less carefully in the hallways than the social gatherings full of nobles and other public functions where he continues to pretend nothing had ever gone wrong. The last ball you two attended, he danced across the floor cleared for just the two of you. You’d never know he had an impairment with the way he managed to lead you around the room. Then again, that was the point.

One-hundred-forty-two steps and you two came to a stop. The room he had designated for his own office was in front of him. Easily he reached for the handle and pushed the door out of the way. One person sat inside. Chev could tell from his faint cologne that it was Clavis, he could smell the products he used to tame his bedhead.

Confidently, Chev moved into the room and around the desk, fingers touching the edge of it to keep him aimed in the right direction. Eight steps. Two steps. Two steps. Without your help, he found a seat - his seat - where he would field visitors inside the palace. You took yours beside him where you managed most of the work he was unable to perform these days.

Clavis knew. Everyone in his closest circle knew, but the maids and other workers on the grounds didn’t. It was kept secret to keep the peace. If the world found out he no longer had his vision, there would be people aiming to use that to their advantage. It was easier this way. He didn’t need to see to be aware of his surroundings, or to use his intelligent mind.

Papers shuffled. People spoke. He heard most of them approaching before they entered and announced themselves. He often held documents that had no purpose for him to rifle through. Five pages. Seven pages. Two pages. You were the one that looked over them, or Clavis, or Sariel, even Leon when it came to domestic affairs. He had to trust all of you to be certain his standards were maintained, but through the brief overview any of you made, he could determine the best course of action without seeing the words.

Anything requiring a signature would be seen to at a later time, when no one else was around to witness the way you guided his hand to the place for him to mark his name. He had never looked warm when he looked at anyone but you, so no one can tell from his uninterested stare that he can’t actually see them. It’s easy enough to tell where they’re located, people make an exorbitant amount of noise just existing.

The day finally draws to an end. Sixty-seven steps to the staircase taking the two of you to the next floor. Twenty-two stairs. One-hundred-eleven steps to your shared bedroom. Nothing moves inside this room. Everything is kept in exactly the same place so that Chevalier can manage his own routine without the need of baby-sitting. That is how he feels. He knows he should be grateful for your compliance, but he can’t help but feel resentment for himself and his need for you.

You read to him. It’s a much slower pace than he used to read silently to himself, but hearing the words come from you makes it more than tolerable– it’s pleasant to listen to your slower cadence. He misses the faces you’d make when you read, the emotions that would cross without you even realizing it. Gently, he cups your cheeks and finds your mouth through the measure of his touch.

He misses your bright, clear eyes. It’s only darkness now. You’re not as easy to read anymore. It’s more difficult to judge how you’re feeling. You have had to become more honest with him in order for him to continue to feel connected, because otherwise he just knows you exist in a capacity nearby. He knows you’re there, but what was it that your smile looked like again?

What was the face you’d make when the blush would crawl across your skin as you two made love? He can hear your sighs and your moans, and they’re as lovely as ever, but when was the last time he saw you intoxicated with lust? If he had felt like he was fumbling before with physical intimacy, he was even more clumsy now that nothingness existed in the spaces between you and him. Groping in the dark only to bump into your form in a place he hadn't predicted.

[aquagirl1978]

Family

A/N: Day whatever of my Chevalier Sequel Route Release event (we won't talk about the shit week I have had) Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader Prompt: Family Word Count: 948 Tags: fluff; Chevalier as a father

A soft smile spread on my lips as I walked through the hallway to your room; I was certain this was my “human” smile you adored so much. I felt a warmth – one that was unfamiliar at first, but has since become something I have grown to enjoy – stir through my body as I approached your room. The closer to your room I got, the happier I felt for I would soon be seeing you.

As soon as I crossed the threshold to your room, my eyes were locked on you, your smile radiant as you sat up in bed. My gaze then drifted to the sleeping baby in your arms. 

Our baby.

“There he is, the new father!!”

I let out an exasperated sigh. Of course he came to see you. I glanced back at you, your eyes apologizing for keeping such a secret. You were right to do that; had I known, I certainly would have put up a fuss at his invitation.

Without greeting the old man, I approached your bed and placed a quick kiss on the top of your head. Never having had much experience with small babies, I awkwardly tickled his toes as gently as I could.

“How have you both been?” I asked quietly so as to not wake the sleeping baby, my fingers still touching his toes. I’ll never let you know how truly worried I have been the past few days since our new arrival. 

“We’re doing well, we’re having a nice visit with great-grandpa.”

My body tensed hearing a man who was not a grandfather to me referred to as great-grandpa to my child.

“Please don’t call me that, it makes me sound like such an old man,” the marquis replied smiling. 

I smirked and finally allowed my eyes to meet his; I didn’t have to look behind me to know the joy that was written on your face. 

“Someone’s hungry,” the old man said as my son stirred in his mother’s arms, his soft cries piercing the uncomfortable silence that had fallen in the room. “I think this is our cue to leave,” he added, winking at me. He rose from his chair, and only then did I notice he had a cane with him.

He’s getting older.

Lifting my hand in a small wave, I smiled at you once more before turning on my heel and leaving your room.I knew my son wouldn’t see me waving goodbye, but I did it anyway.

“Do you have a few minutes to walk with me to Sariel’s office? I wanted to pay him a visit while I’m here.”

Nodding, I followed him down the hallway, silence lingering between us.

“He has her eyes,” he said softly.

I glanced at him curiously, recalling the moment the nurse placed our baby into your arms. The first thing you had said to me after laying eyes on him was that he had my eyes.

“Not your wife. Your mother.” There was a fondness in his voice I hadn’t often heard.

Mother.

I fell silent as I walked alongside him. I never thought of her as my mother; to me, she would always be the late queen. An unpleasant feeling stirred inside me, one I wished I could easily ignore.

It wasn’t a long walk to Sariel’s office, the remainder of which was spent in silence. I was relieved when I saw the ornate door to his office.

“Maybe I’ll see you around here soon,” I said awkwardly, not really sure how to say goodbye. “It would mean alot to her if you came for a visit again soon. She is quite fond of you.”

“And I am very fond of her.” He rested his hand on the doorknob to the office before continuing to speak. “But she already extended me an invite back. Said it would be good for your son to get to know his family.”

A huff of laughter escaped my throat; of course you would say something like that to that old dotard. 

“Besides,” he added while opening the door to the minister’s office, “someone has to tell your son what you were like when you were younger.”

With my eyes wide and my jaw slackened, I found myself not completely hating the idea.

After leaving the old dotard, I returned to your room, my heart happy to see you again. Opening the door slowly, I found you asleep on the bed, our son nestled in the bassinet nearby. I walked over to him, and took a moment to just watch him. To enjoy him while he was still this little. 

I reached out my hand, and allowed my fingertip to graze his fisted hand. Awkwardly, I stroked his little hand, hoping I was gentle with my touch. His hand opened and his fingers flexed, wrapping all five fingers around my one.

As I glanced down at my son, my finger gripped tightly in his tiny fist, I felt that not so unpleasant feeling wash over me once more. 

Being born into royalty meant a life of duty and honor to one’s country. While it was a life thrust upon me with no choice whatsoever, I wasn’t certain that this was the exact life I wanted for my child. I didn’t want him to repeat my mistakes and follow the life handed to me. I wanted – no, needed – him to know that being a royal also meant that they needed to know love and what it felt like to be loved. 

I smiled as I realized what that feeling that had filled me so often was. It was something I had never felt before; it was familial love.

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[randonauticrap]

A Moment Under the Stars (Chevalier x F!Reader)

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x Female Reader

Word Count ~ 820

Author's Note ~ This fic is for @aquagirl1978 's Route Release Campaign event for the lovely Chevalier! 🩵

He sighed deeply, his platinum locks tickling his cheek as the air from the balcony whistled by. Becoming king had been like second nature to Chevalier; the decision-making, the paperwork, the politics. He had eased into the position with all the grace of the born leader he was - a genius in almost every right.

However, even the great Chevalier Michel had his struggles; namely that which stood before him now in the form of finely dressed nobles shaking in their specially tailored boots. Chevalier’s reputation preceded him, and though the severity of such talk had drastically waned since his marriage, many nobles still feared being pinned by his frigid blue gaze.

“A-As you know, Your Majesty, my territory s-suffers from very harsh winters, and last year, a-although we did our very be-”

“You wish for me to send a surplus of grain this year in advance of the colder months.” Chevalier remarked flatly and sighed when the man's eyes grew bulbous and exceedingly more fearful. The king's brows knitted together in frustration, but before the situation could get much worse, his savior came in the form of a woman in a billowing light blue gown with an elegant crown that matched his perched upon her head.

You.

It was as though you'd sensed his irritation from across the room. He smiled. His preternatural senses were rubbing off on you. “I'm sure we can come to an amicable agreement on how much extra is needed. Please schedule a formal audience with us this week via Sariel.” You interjected smoothly and with all the grace of the position you now held as queen by his side. A smile tugged at Chevalier’s lips, daring to match your own, and the nobles visibly relaxed.

“Thank you, Your Majesty's.” The man hastily bowed to you, then to Chevalier in turn. “You are ever gracious and kind.” He scurried away, leaving several others to talk amongst themselves as Chevalier drew his attention to you.

“You noticed.” He smirked, and you smiled.

“I did.”

“You're learning.”

“I have an excellent teacher.”

“Mm.”

You paused for a moment, letting out a breath and allowing yourself to relax momentarily. “Shall we-” but Chevalier had already begun to move, slipping your arm into his and leading you towards the open balcony. He plucked a glass of sparkling water from a tray on the way past and handed it to you once you both reached the cool night air.

“Drink.” He commanded. “You have exhausted yourself this evening. And remove those shoes.” Chevalier reached for the balcony door and closed it behind you, leaving the two of you at peace, alone.

“Yes, Your Highness.” You chuckled playfully and did as your husband said, knowing he was right. A relieved groan rumbled in your throat when you peeled your heels from your reddening feet and set them aside. “Oh, the cold stone feels incredible.” You said, the lines of tension on the bridge of your nose releasing at last. Chevalier smiled, a soft, warm thing only ever meant for you, and you answered it with a kiss, surging up to your tiptoes to press your lips to his.

His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you close, and you giggled softly into his mouth, never quite losing that thrill of being held to him. Your husband, your world. He'd learned so much and taught you so much, but it was as though fate had threaded your hearts together from the very beginning: the weaving of a blanket of love that carried you through all the hardships that had passed, and would continue to carry you through those that were to come.

All at once, the music from the ballroom inside shifted to a slow waltz, and you smiled. You would recognize this music anywhere. It was your song; yours and Chevalier’s. It was the first song you'd ever danced to all those many nights ago when you thought he could never be yours, hummed softly into your ear by the prince once made of ice. Wordlessly, he slid the fingers of his right hand down your arm to find yours and link them together, and he pulled you gently into the steps.

You nestled your head onto his shoulder and smiled into the warm skin of his neck as he led you around the balcony to the pulse of the music that had brought you together for the first time. You giggled aloud, unbidden by the need to seem queenly, and let him twirl you around, your bare feet carrying you back to him as soon as they could.

When the waltz was over, the two of you stilled, his hands on your waist and yours linked behind his neck, and simply appreciated one another. You bumped your nose against his gently and he chuckled lowly.

“I love you, Chevalier.”

“And I, you.”

He kissed you sweetly under the stars, and you were reminded that sometimes, fairytales do come true.

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Tags for the Lovelies: N/A (no tags since I've been gone for so long. No clue who would want to be tagged in my stuff now or not. 😂)

[etheries1015]

Dom!Sariel x needy!reader

18+ Minors DNI

for my IRL best friend who is #1 Sariel fan, hope you liked this bestie I love you

General warnings: Fem pronouns, AFAB reader, reader is more forward than MC in-game.

TW: Aphrodisiac, Face fucking, whipping, spanking, Dacryphilia, hair pulling, almost being caught

After not meeting expectations for a recent exam given by the Minister himself and your lover, you were surprised to see instead of his typical chastising, Sariel sits you down with a cup of tea. Unbeknownst to you, the true punishment lie at the bottom of the teacup... where he snuck a particularly strong aphrodisiac.

"What is the name of the 4th king of Rhodolite, and what is he known for?" A seductive voice inquired, looking down at your naked body stomach down and back arched upon the very desk you had failed your exam on. Your wrists were bound together and your legs spread by the force of Sariels strong arms, teasing your dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. With your cheeks flushed red and beads of sweat covering your trembling body, it was obvious to any on-looker that you were not focused on the words coming out of his mouth.

"I- urgh-" You whined, "Don't know- fuck..." You let out a high-pitched moan as you tried to move your ass in an attempt to deepen his length inside of you, a desperate attempt to fill the emptiness that was itching for the comfort of your lover. Sariel 'tsked' and hummed in disappointment, completely removing himself from the warmth between your legs leaving you complaining about his absence. You attempted to move your head to flash him a needy stare, however, he pushed your head back down to the wood with a look of condensation.

"Uh-uh-uh..." Sariel sang, "I did not give you permission to move." You heard the familiar crack of a whip with a stinging left upon your ass that you had become tolerant to. That didn't make it sting any less, though. You yelped in surprise, going to scoot away from the black-haired devil before his hands wrapped around the outside of your thighs and roughly pulled you back with his hands. Without saying a word, he whipped you once more with a choked-out sob and moan leaving your body confused between the line of pleasure and pain. He frequented the use of his whip, but with the added sensitivity of the drink he had given you left your body in such a state of desire and sensitivity that it was particularly a strange sensation. The way the stinging left you wetter with every snap of his whip despite the pain it was supposed to bring, the hairs on your body standing on edge with great anticipation of every new mark he left upon your skin.

"This aphrodisiac is far more effective than I gave Prince Keith credit for..." Sariel smiled with satisfaction, using a gloved hand to spread the lips of your entrance and watch as your glistening slick substance dripped from your twitching hole. "If I hadn't known better, I would have mistaken you for a bitch in heat," instead of entering his fingers into you as you had hoped he would, instead you heard footsteps back and you turned your head in an attempt to peek at what he was doing. It was obvious he was teasing you, not giving you the fullness you desired, and completely disregarding your begs and whines. He could tell you were becoming more and more agitated every time he would touch you without gratifying you fully, the annoyance showing in your defiant glare.

Sariel folded his arms and looked down at you with a smirk and eyes of mischief, taking his whip out once more and caressing the handle of it.

"Since that question was so hard, I'll give you another chance. But I caution you to think through it wisely," he hummed, using the popper of the whip to glide gently as a warning against your sore bottom.

"This is- ugh," You huffed, "This is dumb! I'm sorry I got the exam wrong, but this is just cruel," You whined, your arms and knees throbbing from holding your body up, "Please Sariel, please fuck me, It burns, I need something in me..." You whined. Raising an eyebrow, Sariel bit his bottom lip at such a needy and desperate display. It wasn't often you were as vocal with your needs, the filth that was drawing out of your typically collected lips caused him to harden almost in an instant.

"If I simply gave into what you want," He held back his urge to ravish you right then and there, adjusting himself where he stood in front of your face, "Then that would defeat the entire purpose of your punishment. You failed your exam, and now you must pay the price for it...I'm disappointed in you, you know?" He pointed out, grabbing your hair and pulling your head towards his throbbing cock.

"Let us make a compromise, then. If you do well in this task, then I will give you what you want. Does that sound fair?" Without so much as a complaint coming out and only eager to receive what you were craving, you were almost too eager to open your mouth and take in his length. He chuckled at such a pathetically needy display, groaning as the warmth of your mouth engulfed him as far as you could go.

"I know you can do better than that," Sariel let out a groan from the back of his throat, gently wiping the tears that pricked the side of your eyes as you attempted to take him further. He used his thumb to rub your cheek with the affection of a man you wouldn't have guessed had tricked you into drinking an aphrodisiac, such small gestures leaving your legs like jelly and your stomach riddled with butterflies.

That kindness was short-lived, and you now realize was sweetness disguised as an early apology for what was yet to come. Pursing his lips and sweat beading his forehead, Sariel seemed to have reached his breaking point as he used both of his hands to grab the back of your head, forcing it down on his cock. He began to fuck your throat with reckless abandon, the sounds of wetness and gagging filling the air and tears streaming down your eyes. Watching you become an entire mess with your makeup smearing and your mixed liquids wetting your lips and cheeks, Sariel came almost embarrassingly fast. He let out a deep and uncharacteristically loud moan as he pulled out of your mouth, releasing himself over your face. You coughed aggressively and didn't have a moment to chastise your lover before he was already pulling out a handkerchief and rubbing your face apologetically.

"You did well," He said with honey coating his voice, "would you like your reward now? Or shall we stop here? I understand I was a bit-"

"Please!" You were quick to answer, "I've been asking you this whole time, please, fill me up! I need you," You whined. Sariel raised an almost surprised eyebrow before chuckling at your neediness and planting a chaste kiss on your lips, throwing the dirtied handkerchief to the side and moving to the other side of the table where your ass remained arched for him, showing off your dripping cunt enticing him to plunge inside. He pulled the top half of your body off of the desk, where your feet were now touching the ground. This made it much easier to have access to you as he pleased, lining up the tip of his cock to your entrance. Rubbing circles around your hole and spreading around your slick, he thrust forward gliding his cock on the outside of your lips to lubricate himself with your sticky substance, another needy complaint coming from you.

"Stop teasing me already and-" Your squabbling was interrupted as fast as it started, Sariel pushing himself all at once deep inside of your drenched pussy. You let out a moan and a shiver of relief, feeling full just as your body had craved. The pleasure was short-lived, for soon after beginning your moans were muffled by a hand shooting over your mouth and his hips stopped his movements against yours. You were about to protest before he whispered in your ear to be silent as footsteps sounded outside the door.

"Nobody was scheduled to be around my office this time...how annoying," Sariel grumbled. You would have put more thought into that statement if you weren't so distracted by his hips slowly and intimately grinding into you, hand still over your mouth.

"I suppose that means you'll just have to be cautious in your volume. If you make a single sound louder than permitted, we will get caught. Do you understand?" Giving him a weak nod simply to appease him, he kissed your head with a "Good girl" prior to his hips picking up in speed. His threats had little meaning as the low voices and tapping feet outside of the room faded down the hallway without even a glance to the door where such sinful acts were taking place, and you were almost certain you were now in the clear. Especially with the way the dark-haired man snapped his hips against yours, it was obvious it was empty words with little regard. He was acting as if he had been the one to drink the aphrodisiac, ironically the man who had done the planning to make you needy was acting as a wild animal drunk on the way your walls clenched down on his cock.

"It seems," He grunted, "perhaps the properties of the aphrodisiac make you much warmer inside...hah..." The slapping of skin filled the room, yet the fear of someone walking in was the least of your worries. He skillfully removed the ties around your wrists before pulling your arms back, lifting the top of your body roughly ravishing you as if he were a man starved of touch for days on end. You were in no better of shape, despite the throbbing of your knees and the film of sweat covering your exhausted body, your mind was blank with nothing but pleasure electrifying from where your lover took his place between your thighs.

tilting his head back and pulling you by your hips against his as he moaned with pursed lips, closing his eyes while his cock twitched inside your walls while your legs trembled with release. High-pitched moans elicited your lips as ropes of cum painted your swollen insides white, Sariel pulling out to watch your body practically collapsed to the ground. He swiftly caught you in his arms, smiling gently and planting a kiss of affection upon your forehead. You panted and looked up at your lover with lidded eyes fluttering shut, Sariel stroking your hair apologetically.

"You did well," He hummed with love honeying his voice, "Shall we clean you up now, my dear? And I believe a true reward is in store for your wonderful performance..."

You really did get the princess treatment afterward. After getting your clothes on he cleans up the mess left behind by your...endeavors, Sariel helped you back to your room where he bathed you and pampered your body with medicine and love. About two hours later with the effects fully worn off, you were lying in bed resting in his arms, talking about the effects of the aphrodisiac and how exactly it made you feel. You complained about the way he teased you when you felt so needy and at the mercy of his touch, the way that your body ached to have him inside of you yet his endless teasing leaving you feeling...well, words that you were not even able to properly convey.

You huffed, noticing the way he seemed to not fully grasp the extreme in which you had just gone through. Frustrated at his lack of understanding, you twisted a proposal to him.

"Next time, You're drinking that fucking potion."

[solomons-poison]

Unpredictability

Chevalier Michel x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: OK I had to do just a little bit more with the Chev thoughts of having a daughter, connected to my headcanon post here, so just have this little slice of life thing. Papa Chevalier has a very special place in my heart ❤️

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fem reader, reader is the mother of Chev's daughter and queen of Rhodolite; just some sweet fluff mostly in Chevalier's perspective; Chev is likely OOC for a bit lol; not proofread~

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 2193

Chevalier had a knack for predictions. His perception had always been extraordinary, able to pick up the smallest of clues from his environment and the people around him to know what would happen next. It aided him in his development as a prince, working with his brothers to keep the kingdom running smoothly as his father’s health declined, and it helped him now that he was the king of that same kingdom. He was a monster on the battlefield, strategically taking down enemies with the ease of a beast, and was equally a monster in the courts, always knowing what information was needed where and who to deal with.

When it came to you, however, you were his blind spot.

No amount of strategy and foresight could have prepared him for the way your fates intertwined, or the way you captured his very heart in the palm of your hand. A younger Chevalier would have scoffed at such a notion, that he had the human emotion to even fall in love to begin with when he was most aptly labeled as the "Brutal Beast" by every possible noble in the court. But of course all it took was the wisdom and pure heart of Belle to look deep inside and find the truth. Looking back on the events leading up to the discovery of these feelings, once he met you, he realized it couldn't have gone any other way.

You managed to surprise him at every turn, with your unending love, your wisdom, your thoughtfulness and devotion. That's what made you fit to be his queen, someone that helped him bring out and connect with his human side. The day he married you was something he never could have dreamed of in a hundred years, and even much less so, the tiny babbling bundle you delivered into your lives a year later.

Now he watched as his tiny daughter, three years old and full of toddler mischief, ran through the rose gardens of the palace at alarming speed, eager to see you again after being separated during a diplomatic trip– and she wasn’t the only one that was eager. He could just make out the top of her head, her hair color the exact same as yours and bouncing along as she moved.

That was something he was thankful for, the way his daughter resembled you in so many ways. Her hair color, the shape of her face, even her personality and stubbornness was coming to resemble you too, and he had no doubt the similarities would continue as she grew older. She was also attached to books the same, though honestly he was just as much at fault for that as his queen. However, the one thing that differed was that she had inherited his eyes, a strong clear blue that somehow looked right into your soul.

The little princess was beginning to learn how to use those ice blue eyes to her advantage, much to his amusement. When something didn't go her way, she'd glare at whoever was responsible in no dissimilar way to his own until they cracked from the pressure. It was no end of stress to Sariel or his brothers, realizing there was a little Chev 2.0 in the making. She'd even turned that icy gaze onto him, too, managing to surprise him.

Anyone that looked at her knew immediately whose daughter it was, and something about that sentiment, creating this tiny human so clearly made up of his traits and yours together, warmed him up inside.

Getting lost in his reverie, he quickly lost sight of his small child and hastened his pace. The full bushes made it difficult to keep his eye on her, even with his keen eye and sense of danger, so outside excursions were often accompanied by extra help such as the servants or even Lucien on rare occasion. Thankfully, that wasn’t necessary today as you were the one waiting at the end of their journey through the garden, and the thick foliage made the path clear, leading up to a gazebo.

Just as the image of your face came to mind, he could hear a loud exclamation from up ahead, and turned a corner in time to watch his daughter run into your waiting arms.

“Mama!”

You couldn’t help but grunt from the force with which you were tackled, but your arms wrapped around your daughter as she gripped you tightly.

“Hi, my love! I've missed you,” you said, pulling back to kiss the top of her head. You noticed the missing presence of your husband, glancing around before looking back at your child. “I’m so happy to see you again. Where’s your papa at, can you tell me?”

“Papa is slow,” your daughter mumbled, the excitement of seeing you lost already as she caught sight of the butterflies flitting about from bloom to bloom behind you.

Her wording made you giggle against your better judgment. Your husband could be described as many things, but you were certain the word “slow” was not one of them. But almost as if summoned, his platinum blond head came into view over the bountiful rose bushes, and it was as if all was suddenly right with the world— even if he did have a slight frown on his face.

“Little rabbit, I’ve told you not to run ahead in the gardens,” he sighed, entering the gazebo and patting his daughter’s head roughly. Instantly, her attention turned back to him, two pairs of ocean blue eyes meeting briefly before she looked away.

“‘M sorry, papa, I won’t do it again,” she replied, reaching out to hug his leg, gripping the fabric of his pants with tiny hands. Anyone else that saw this scene would expect the King to be cold and unfeeling in response, but instead he sighed, patting her hair awkwardly without a word.

You watched all this quietly, unable to fight the smile that made its way onto your face. The method of his comforting reminded you much of the early days of your relationship in which he did the same, unsure how to touch you or perhaps even afraid to hurt you. Chevalier may have been called the Brutal Beast for his actions, but he was really more of a beast for the way he was unused to loving human touch.

Over time, he’d eventually grown better and more confident with touching you, a way to express his unending love for you that he couldn’t express with his serious and less-than-romantic words. But it all seemed to revert the moment your daughter was born.

You remembered the very first time he had held her. All his brothers and the palace physician had waited with bated breath, and it was clear in Chevalier’s expression that he had his own reservations about what he was about to do. How could hands used for killing, hands used for exterminating the threats to the kingdom and defending the borders, possibly be suitable for holding that of his small, innocent child? The moment his daughter was placed in his arms, his discomfort was extremely clear –to you, at least– arms frozen stiff in an attempt to be gentle to the tiny creature he'd been entrusted with. But it was this same discomfort and worried reaction that showed you just how much he actually cared about her, and about you, too.

The memory brought a smile to your face, which was met by a strong, familiar poke to the forehead.

“Do not let your head get caught in the clouds, Rabbit,” Chevalier said. His voice was chastising, but the smirk gracing his lips was soft, sweet, making your heart thump.

Chevalier caught sight of one of his brothers out of the corner of his eye, a familiar flop of lilac hair waiting just beyond an ivy-covered arch by the gazebo. It reminded him how, as his daughter grew and came to differentiate his brothers, an unfortunate attachment had grown to a particular somebody. Much to his dismay, his daughter seemed to like her uncle Clavis the most, often shouting his name and using her stubby legs to seek him out when she could, and the feeling was mutual with the resident troublemaker. And Clavis delighted in this fact, often rubbing that in his older brother’s face and using it as an excuse to irritate him at every turn.

But today, Chevalier would use it to his advantage if it meant having you to himself, at least for a little bit. He knelt down to eye level with his child, peering into her familiar ice blue eyes.

“Little rabbit, I want to speak to your mother,” he said. He turned in the direction of his brother, pointing to direct his daughter’s attention in the same direction as well. “Why don’t you go see your uncle Clavis? He’s waiting for you in the gardens.”

His daughter’s eyes widened to a comical size, filled with excitement. Her head whipped around to search, despite Chevalier’s finger pointing the way, but thankfully, Clavis was accompanied by his trusty attendant, Cyran, who popped his head out at the perfect time to catch her attention. His shock of red hair made him look like a human rose, against the background of the gardens.

A shrill shriek filled the air, causing you and Chevalier to wince simultaneously. “Unca Cwavis and Cyan!” Your daughter was still having trouble pronouncing her L’s and R’s, but the men didn't mind. Chevalier watched as his daughter shot forward, “Cyan” quickly bowing to Chevalier in greeting before catching the girl in his arms. As he watched the two leave, he felt an arm slip through his and turned to look at you.

“I’ve missed you too, King Chevalier. I’m so glad to see you look okay,” you said, your relief evident in your smile. “How was everything during the visit? Did everything go alright?”

Chevalier huffed at your questions. “Would I have returned so soon if things did not go well?”

Your face scrunched up for a moment, but you were used to Chevalier’s sass.

“I know, but I’m still allowed to worry about you,” you said, leading Chevalier over to a bench in the gazebo. “The people of Rhodolite know now what a kind King you are, but I can’t say the same about people in other countries. And I know you’re capable of handling many things, but I still don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll always wish for your safety and good health, can’t I wish that for my own husband?”

Chevalier took a moment to look at your face, eyes following the curve of your eyebrows and lips, the shape of your nose and jaw, all features he had long since memorized. Finally, he simply snorted, reaching a hand up to poke your forehead again as a smile made its way onto his lips.

“That is awfully sentimental, and also unnecessary,” he said. “I am not so weak as to be felled so easily. I will always return to my Rabbit in the end, so long as you wish to wait for me.”

Now who’s being sentimental? You didn’t dare say that to his face, although the caution was unnecessary, given the way he was always able to read your thoughts based on your expressions alone. His smile turned teasing, clearly knowing what you were thinking, but he didn’t comment further on it.

“Now, I believe you’re forgetting something,” he said expectantly.

He watched as your head tilted in confusion. The gears were clearly turning in your head to determine what he was waiting for, but it only took a moment for understanding to dawn on your face, your lips curving up into a warm smile.

“Welcome home, Chevalier,” you said, stretching up to place a soft kiss to his cheek.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he returned the kiss to your lips, the taste of home filling his senses. He didn’t speak further, but he didn’t have to. Every ounce of his love was put into his kisses, and you gladly accepted it all.

Neither of you could have ever predicted being here, Chevalier least of all. His life had become a fairy tale on par with the romance books he enjoyed reading but never totally understood. No amount of strict noble education, military strategy, or the annoying words of a certain foolish brother could have told him that a future like this was possible. But as he held you close under cover of the gazebo, happy to finally have you in his arms once again, he realized he was okay with that. You came into his life in a whirlwind of drama and intrigue, turning his expectations around and introducing him to so many unfamiliar things and feelings, like fatherhood, yearning, and love. It wore on him, at times, not being able to see where his future was heading thanks to all the new things he was experiencing by your side. However, so long as it was with you, Chevalier supposed he was okay with a little bit of unpredictability.

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Hello there (●’◡’●)ﾉ may I request a teen(?)! Belle headcanons. The ikemen princes see her as a little sister figure. Maybe she's 14 to 17. It'll be funny to see her act bratty and chaotic to them once she gets comfortable but she does know when to get serious. Loves fun, food, and maybe she finds smth she wants to do while being there. Maybe she wants to be like one of the princes and handle sword, or maybe a doctor. It could be anything tbh, just want to see little sister fluff.

✮ A Little Trouble ✮

Platonic! Ikemen Princes x Teen! Reader

Hi!! Thank you sm for requesting!! I love the idea and I’m sorry if I went a little off the topic of the request💞 I would have finished this yesterday but tumblr deleted my work :,(

I did take on a little more calm approach to the stories so please feel free to request again for anything more specific!

Foreign affairs faction

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Clavis can’t help but burst out laughing when he first saw the girl; giggling about “Is there no pure hearted adults left in Rhodolite?

His interest was peaked however at Sariel’s choice of Belle. This meant that Clavis became Belle’s unofficial guide for the first weeks of her stay.

It wasn’t very long until Belle realised how much Clavis loved to prank his brothers and now her (his newest victim). He loved how the girl could get so bratty and chaotic at times, she was simply so entertaining!

Belle endured the whole list of Clavis’ pranks. Potholes, jumpscares, eating cupcakes with horseradish in them (twice) and the list goes on.

It wasn’t until one day that Belle simply had enough. She screamed at Clavis to leave her alone before slamming the door of her bedroom in his face. It was only a couple seconds later that Clavis’ grin turned to a frown, slowly walking away from the girl’s room.

A couple of days went by without Belle seeing Clavis. It was strangely quiet. No pranks, no laughing and definitely no jumpscares. She started to miss the purple haired man’s light hearted pranks and contagious laughter.

Obviously Clavis hadn’t disappeared, he had to make sure that Belle was safe and comfortable so he watched from afar.

Shreds of colourful paper, markers and washitape sprawled all over the Belle’s bedroom floor. She laid on fluffy cotton rug, kicking her feet in the air as she doodled a drawing of a very familiar purple haired man in the decorated page. It wasn’t long before Belle caught a whiff of vanilla surrounding her and the sound of the door closing caught her attention. She looked up to see Clavis carrying a plate of heart shaped cookies, placing them on the ground next to Belle before plopping to lay down next to her. He started to rip pieces of coloured paper too, sprinkling glitter on every surface of that once white page. Clavis’ paper soon filled with messy handwriting, clumsy drawings and too much glitter and stickers to count. The girl couldn’t help but laugh “I didn’t know you knew other languages!”. Clavis simply chuckled “Clavese is the mosy rare language in the world! Only two people understand it. You can be the third.” Clavis didn’t have to finish his words as the girl’s eyes glistened with excitement and her head nodded quickly.

Chevalier was the most displeased. As you can imagine.

Chevalier had shown no interest in the new Belle. Since she was a teenager, Chevalier saw her as incapable. Going out of his way to ignore her, but Belle wasn’t giving up that easily . She followed Chevalier sometimes, or simply watched as he finished his work for the day.

The new Belle always remembered to ask about his day, if he remembered to eat and even bought cookies that Yves helped her to make for him. If he ‘forgot’ to eat, he would get an earful of why eating was important (as if he was a mere child who didn’t understand the importance of eating).

Chevalier admired the new Belle’s courage to scold the Brutal Beast over things so minor and soon he felt a weakness sprouting in his icy heart. His weakness being her.

He enjoyed how her voice filled the usually cold air of the faction’s office, her giggles and deep analysis over very minor things. She was the only one Chevalier allowed to ramble to him if she so desired.

He trusted her to invite her to his own private library, watching her curious eyes linger on the golden lettering of each book. Books about politics, romance, plays, novellas, poems and much more littered the shelves of the room. This was part of Chevalier’s little world that he was willing to share with Belle.

However, Chevalier didn’t allow Belle to slack at her new job. In fact, he made sure she did all of Sariel’s homework and read the books assigned to her. Sometimes coming into her room with an icy glare which told Belle all she needed to know.

The bright moon was covered by grey fluffy clouds, rays of its light peaking through the ashy curtain. The pink bedroom was dark, only the light of the brightest star shining through to illuminate its light on the yellowed pages of Chevalier’s book. Belle sat on the floor under the window. Earlier the same day, she had expressed her desire to want to understand Chevalier better; wanting to see the world through his eyes. She had asked the man to train her with a sword but she only got a glare in response. Therefore she had taken the liberty to take steal a book of his from his private library. It wasn’t anything she would normally read but it was the first book she grabbed. Her eyes were glued to the page, reading each word intently with furrowed brows. “Draconian? What does that even mean?” She muttered angrily; so focused on the stolen book that she didn’t realised her door was open revealed a tall blonde man standing in its frame. It was only when she heard a noise that sounded oddly like a snort that she looked at the doorway. Her eyes widened but before she could muster an excuse, Chevalier beat her to it and spoke with a small smile-

“Try reading a book written for your age.”

Luke made sure she was protected. I mean, you can’t blame him. A young girl having to live in a dangerous palace? THE SAME YOUNG GIRL THAT IS BELLE AS WELL?? He knew he had to do everything possible to make sure she was safe.

Imagine his happiness when the new Belle confessed her love for food and honey! That was the moment that really brought the two together.

Belle found the way Luke attracted animals as fascinating, trying to bring him to the woods to lure any cute animals or just have a look at them up close.

Due to this, Belle had taken a hobby of drawing the animals she saw around Luke and dreamed of becoming a veterinarian. She knew she had to work hard if she wanted to achieve her goal.

Luke tried his hardest to support Belle with her studies assigned by Sariel. He went as far as trying to study with her but ultimately failing and convincing her to take a nap outside instead.

When she told Luke about how she wanted to learn more about animals, he was very delighted. Due to his talent of attracting them, Belle learnt a lot about all kinds of forest animals.

It was a calm summer afternoon. Bees buzzed from one blooming rose to another, collecting pollen for their hives. As the bees were busy, Luke and Belle were doing quite the opposite. The two laid side by side under a tall oak tree, resting in the shade as if Belle wasn’t supposed to be in one of Sariel’s lessons right now. The golden beams of sunlight peered through the leaves, the sun directly on Belle’s cheek leaving a warm kiss on her skin. They weren’t the only ones resting under this tree however as earlier that day a dog had followed Luke to the palace. The big dog had chosen to spread its shaggy body and large paws on Belle’s lap, making her unable to get up even if she wanted too. “I had this weird dream where I was a bear and you were a bear too” the [H/C] girl began “We were in a cave and I was really cold. But you came and hugged me! I felt much better” she smiled at the sweet dream and Luke couldn’t help return the smile. It was times like these were life felt the way it should; Simple.

Nokto tried to stay away, mostly because of his reputation. He was fine with Belle and engaged in quick chit chat with her but nothing too long.

That was until he was strolling through the Rhodolite gardens when he heard soft crying. He simply couldn’t ignore the sound which led him to find Belle crying on a bench on the far right of the palace.

The 7th Prince sat on the bench with Belle, saying with his usual grin for her stop crying and smile. Belle simply looked up at the man before turning her head away, mumbling that he wouldn’t understand.

After a while of silence, Nokto asked more sincerely. “What’s going on?”. That was when the new Belle started to explain how, while she was happy to be Belle, she had to leave all her friends and family behind. She missed them and fortunately Nokto knew something about missing family.

“They’ll be there when you come back, no need to cry now”.

That day forwards, they started to talk more before kind of became inseparable. Just like twins, communicating by pulling silly faces across the round table or bickering over the best flavour of pie.

Nokto liked Belle’s chaotic personality, he enjoyed picking small fights and such. One of their favourite activities being chasing one another. Loud laughter filling the halls as Belle fell victim to Nokto’s tickling.

It was only when Nokto realised how close they became when he started to laugh. Belle had started to pick up on some of his habits like calling Chevalier ‘King Highness’ and trying to outfox Sariel (unfortunately that didn’t work). He was happy because she was happy.

However sometimes there were moments where no laughter was heard, no smiles shared and no trance of joy between the two.

Quiet steps filled the air of the palace, the sneaky fox trying to escape the place before a small voice stopped him in his tracks. “Nokto!” The voice called out. Nokto turned slowly to the voice, the red moon’s light casting his face in its bloody glow. A moment of silence passed before the cream coloured marble echoed loud clicking from Belle’s hard shoes which she had put on just a minute prior. When she reached the white haired man, the young girl wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. The Prince’s whole body tensed before relaxing and hugging the girl back. No words were needed to make them both understand. She simply had a nightmare, he simply had to stay.

Not proofread and I’m thinking of making a masterlist. Anyways,I hope you enjoyed!! Goodbye my Doves 🕊️

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[thefemvoid]

Rhodolite Rumors;Nokto Klein

Nokto Klein x GN!Reader (no use of y/n)

Prompt(kinda): You are studying for an upcoming test Sariel is letting you have time to prepare for when Clavis enters to do whatever he did(nothing probably) Around midnight Clavis leaves the library just as Nokto is entering.

(loading screen) Rumor for ref:

Warnings: Nope! Bad grammar and punctuation isn't technically a warning, lol. Use of Belle as a title. Dialog doesn't come in untill the second half.

You were staying up late that night in order to study for a test that Sariel had put together for you to do the next morning, you weren't thrilled with how late it was.

It was probably around 7pm, after dinner, when you had started studying for the test.

Around 10pm Clavis entered to do something, you were being really quiet, he hadn't noticed you.

It is now 12am and Clavis had been in the library with you for two whole hours now, he still hadn't noticed you. Around this time you hear the door to the library open, you glance up quickly to see Nokto entering the library with a book in hand. When he looks up he freezes when he spots Clavis staring back, neither speak.

You watch as Clavis exits past Nokto leaving the two of you there in the library, alone. Nokto walks over to the desk column you're sitting at, only noticing you once you flip to a new page in your notebook, and continue writing.

You flash a small smile at him and continue work.

"Good evening, Belle." Nokto greets with his usual sly smirk, "what are you doing us so late?" he asks, propping his head up on his hand that he is leaning on.

"studying for a test" You reply bluntly, nose still buried in the book you were taking notes from.

Nokto shut up after that for some reason, it was rather uncharacteristic for him. Eventually you finished taking your notes and revising them, grabbing your books. you stand up.

"Goodnight, Nokto," You said softly, glancing down at where he sat 'studying'. You hum and lean down to kiss him on the cheek that wasn't placed on the book he was reading earlier, "Heh, cute~" you mutter with a small smile, and leave the library so you could call it a night.

~End~

YAY! I did it!! I didn't think Nokto's would be easy to incorporate into this sort of thing(It wasn't) :3

Note: I would like to say that there are only so many rumors for these characters that are capable of being translated into a fanfic prompt, lol!

Keep in mind I am still new at this!^^

[violettduchess]

Masterlist 🍁🍂

It has been a delight to see all the entries for our event! @lorei-writes and I would like to offer a heartfelt thank you to everyone who participated and shared your OCs with us! You are all amazing!!

Ikemen Prince

Foraging for Mischief- @wistfulwanderingone (Clavis x OC Cassandra)

Cinnamon Spice- @wistfulwanderingone (Clavis x OC Cassandra)

The Alchemy of Gold -@wistfulwanderingone (Clavis x OC Cassandra)

Whispers in the Harvest Breeze- @wistfulwanderingone (Clavis x OC Cassandra)

Beauty in the Moonlight -@wistfulwanderingone (Clavis x OC Cassandra)

Gossamer Dream -@wistfulwanderingone (Clavis x OC Cassandra)

When Rain Calls the Heart - @wistfulwanderingone (Clavis x OC Cassandra)

Two Falling Leaves - @wistfulwanderingone (Clavis x OC Cassandra)

Gossamer - @violettduchess (Silvio x OC Leyla)

Rain -@violettduchess (Clavis x OC Marigold)

Autumn's Golden Lament -@ikeprinces-stuff (Jin, Licht, OC Vernard)

The Moon's Gaze- @ikeprinces-stuff (Leon x OC Vernard)

Gossamer -@ikeprinces-stuff (Nokto x OC Vernard)

Feasts and Facade -@ikeprinces-stuff (Sariel, Luke, OC Vernard)

Beneath the Autumn Rain - @ikeprinces-stuff (Reader x OC Vernard)

Leaves of Change - @ikeprinces-stuff (Chevalier, Clavis, OC Vernard)

A Sprinkle of Cinnamon - @ikeprinces-stuff (Yves x OC Vernard)

November 1st -@lorei-writes (Chevalier x OC Esther, Leon x OC Viva)

Betelgeuse -@lorei-writes (Chevalier x OC Esther)

Ikemen Villains

Sweets Made with Love -@queengiuliettafirstlady (Elbert x OC July)

Ikemen Sengoku

The Silence of Broken Trust- @silkkorchid (Ranmaru x OC Amaryllis, Part 1)

The Silence of Broken Trust - @silkkorchid (Ranmaru x OC Amaryllis, Part 2)

Rain -@fighting-and-drawing (Yukimura x OC Thai)

Foraging - @fighting-and-drawing (Shingen x OC Thai, Yukimura x MC Mai)

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