#leon dompteur x reader

[cloudcountry]

SUMMARY: a handful of insecurities the ikemen guys would adore.

WARNINGS: none!! :D

COMMENTS: happy holidays everyone!! i hope this makes at least one person feel loved by their fav <3 just know that this isnt a decisive list and that no matter your insecurity your favorite suitor would adore you to bits.

you might think that they're silly for adoring your stomach so much, worshiping any extra fat or polished muscle you possess. they revel in your softness, burying their face into your midsection whenever they get the chance, kissing the skin there when they wake up and resting a hand over your belly button when you two go to sleep. if you’re ticklish there, watch out, because they take great joy in poking and prodding you just to hear you giggle.

arthur, dazai, will, charles, luke, silvio, edgar, kyle, seth, loki, masamune, mitsunari, motonari.

they don't understand what’s so embarrassing about your body hair. to them, it adds a sort of human softness to your legs as they run their hands down your calves, feeling the slight prickle of where each strand begins and ends. they think it’s beautiful, smiling so softly as they cup your knee, rubbing their thumbs across your skin. they do the same to your arms, cherishing every inch of your body,  just to remind you that even if you don’t like your body hair, they do because it's you.

leonardo, vincent, faust, clavis, zero, sirius, fenrir, mitsuhide, shingen.

your nose is often where their kisses land, sprinkling the bridge of it with their love and affection. they caress your face so tenderly as they bump their nose against yours, and you can feel the smile on their lips when they lean in to kiss you again. no matter what shape or what size, they will never stop thinking that your nose suits you just perfectly.

isaac, jean, leon, yves, sariel, keith, jonah, luka, dean, oliver, hideyoshi, keiji.

they think your acne and your scars are beautiful, even if you hate the way they look on your body. they insist it could never take away from your beauty, that you will always and forever be radiant, even with the red marks and the dull, faded scars. they’ll help you take care of them so you aren’t hurt, but they will never let you believe that you’re ugly. that word should not be associated with you, not when you have constellations speckled across your face and scars that are on their precious love and their precious love alone.

napoleon, sebastian, licht, nokto, alter keith, ray, dalim, mousse, yukimura, kanetsugu, kicho.

...and along with acne, they know you could never look prettier, especially not without your cellulite or stretch marks or anything in between. they trace the folds and warps in your skin with reverence because you are their love, their light, and their darling, and for as long as they live they want nothing more than to be able to hold you. because you are a human being who is worthy of love, if not for your humanity then because of your humanity.

mozart, theo, comte, vlad, jin, chevalier, rio, gilbert, lancelot, harr, blanc, nobunaga, ieyasu, ranmaru, kenshin, sasuke, yoshimoto, kennyo.

[dotster001]

No Touching!

Summary: Leon/Yves/Jin/Clavis x gn!reader. You don't know how to get through to them. So you tell them no touching until they change for the better.

A/N: Idk how I feel about Silvio, but this is the plot of his event route rn, and it's so cute that I decided to steal it.

CW: Jin is his own warning, so is Clavis, idk if there's any real warnings in this one though, oh blood and injury in Jin's part, allusions to spoilers for both Jin and Clavis' routes

You told him he has to take care of himself (take breaks, have a decent bedtime, etc,) and he laughed, assuring you that he was fine. Since this wasn't the first time you'd had this conversation, you knew you had to take drastic measures.

“Until you learn to take care of yourself, you are not allowed to touch me.”

He stared at you for a minute, before bursting into laughter, reaching out his hand to mess up your hair. But you took a step back, just out of reach.

He grinned sharply.

“Real cute, Y/N. We'll see.”

It's Leon, so you know he's not trying to be patronizing…but the doubt in his voice in your ability to hold out just furthers your resolve.

He doesn't seem to believe you're serious at first. You're dating, why wouldn't he be able to wrap his arms around you, or press a short kiss to your cheek? Why wouldn't he be able to kiss you and cuddle you? Why wouldn't he be able to mess up your hair? Why shouldn't he scoop you up and take you where he wants to go?

He makes it about three days, partially because of how busy he is, before he calls you into his office for “an audience”. That's how you know you're in trouble. And then he gives you a talking to. About how this is childish. About how he's a busy man, and you're his stress relief, and now he doesn't have that. You almost forget how this started, giving into his speech.

But he slips. As you reach your hand over the desk to place it in his, his eyes twinkle with triumphant mischief. You pull your hand back at the last second, before standing up, and reminding him of the deal. Once he learns how to take care of himself, he can touch you again. He looks disappointed, but laughs anyway, saying he didn't think that would work, but worth a try.

It takes a little while. It takes some underhanded ploys on your part. It takes Sariel and Yves coming at him from two other angles. But eventually you catch him going to bed at consistent times. You see him delegating some of his paperwork to his brothers. You see him setting aside time to just be.

When you decide he's got the point, you silently slip into his office. You pull up a chair quietly, and sit next to him as he works. Then you place your hand on his knee.

It takes Leon a second to notice, but he slowly looks up from his work, then looks over at you. He smiles softly, and reaches out to cup your cheek. You tilt your head, preparing to nuzzle into his hand. But at the last second, his hand redirects to your head, and he nuzzles your hair so hard you're worried you'll get a migraine.

While you're dazed from the rigorous noogie, he wraps his arms around your middle, then drags you to the sofa in his office, laying you down, hovering over your body, and trapping your lips in a hungry kiss.

As belle, naturally you have to interact with his brothers. And he doesn't mind! He understands, and he even encourages it. But…Clavis? Recently you've been assisting Clavis with a project Chevalier gave him. Day one, he'd stood far far away from you while he watched, for his own safety. But he was fine with everything. Clavis seemed to be acting respectful. So Yves decides it's safe to leave you.

Which must bore Clavis, because suddenly his hand is on your lower back as he leans in closer to you. You know it's just to get at Yves. But Yves has become far more secure, so he won't- oh no he's yelling. 

Once the project is finished, you think it's over, but both beasts have other plans. It's become an all purpose war, and you're the poor soul stuck between them. You know how this has to end. 

“Evie,” you say as Yves “brushes all traces of Clavis out of your hair”.

“Hm?” He grunts. Grunts. Lord, Clavis has really got to him.

“You know if you don't react, Clavis will get bored and go play with someone else, right?”

Another grunt, this one far angrier.

“Evie?”

“He shouldn't touch what's mine.”

Oh. The beast is out to play. Brilliant.

“I'm mine, Yves.”

He groans, and practically slams the brush on the table.

“Yes, but you're my partner. Therefore no one else should touch you. Therefore he should keep his filthy hands to himself.”

“Okay, you need to calm down-”

“He needs to go away!”

You stare at him for a moment, deep in thought.

“I want you to remember, what I'm about to do is for your own good.”

He looks like he has a retort without you even saying anything, but you push on.

“Until you learn how not to react to him, you don't get to touch me. If he ‘can’t touch me’, neither can you!”

You walk out to a flurry of screams that you were not prepared for. You knew he'd flip out. You didn't expect this much.

It doesn't take long for him to not react to Clavis, because he just isn't talking to you, either. His stubbornness far outweighs his jealousy, and now that he isn't working adjacent to you. It's lonely for you, but, more importantly, boring for Clavis. After realizing Yves is no longer there for him to have fun with, he breezes through the rest of the project, and quite literally sends you on your way.

“Yves! I'm So proud of you!” You say happily as you enter the kitchen. Yves is angrily whisking eggs. While staring at the far wall. His jaw clenched.

“Yves?” You walked over to him, running your fingers through his hair. “Look, I know you hated that, but if you can put last Clavis like this every time, he'll give up on messing with you!”

He continues whisking and staring at the wall.

“Aren't you going to spill your eggs if you keep whisking that hard?”

“I don't like touching you, anyway!” He shouted, slamming the bowl of eggs on the counter.

Both of you stared at each other, and his eyes widened as he realized what he said.

You know he didn't mean it. You know it's a defense mechanism. But, dang, he's so easy to mess with. So you turn on your heel to leave.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he cries, and you feel his arms around you, as he presses his face to your back. “‘m sorry. I love you. I missed touching you.”

You hum in agreement.

“I'll give you some of the cake I'm making. I'm very sorry.”

“I'll forgive you,” you say with a giggle.

After he finishes the cake, he sits in your lap, and hand feeds it to you.

You know he's the secret that holds up the kingdom. But this can't be good for him. He can't keep showing up in your shared room, covered in blood. Sometimes he doesn't even wake you up. He just walks in, lays down, and passes out. Sometimes he doesn't even make it to the bed. He gets to the side of the bed you sleep on, sits down, and falls asleep, and you wake up to blood all over your carpet. 

It's the third time this month. Luckily you were up this time, so you cleaned the wound, and bandaged him up. 

You quietly finished wrapping bandages around him. You could practically hear him grin as he spoke.

“Wasn't that bad tonight.”

In pain, or not in pain, he relished anytime your hands were on him. Which took the bite out of your silent treatment.

Wait…

“Anyway,” he reached out for you, intending to pull you against him, but you took a step back. He grinned.

“Oh? Are we playing a game?”

“You can't keep doing this. There has to be someone who can do all this from time to time. Someone who can give you a break.”

“Nope,” he reached out again, and you took another step back. This time he quirked an eyebrow.

“I don't like that look on your face,” he said, still grinning. 

You took another step back, hopefully far enough back if the beast decided to pounce.

“I'm going to sleep in the guest room. I really want you to think about training someone to help you.”

The beast tensed up, and you took another step back in preparation.

“And until you do that, you cannot touch me,” you said the last bit as fast as possible then bolted out the door. You slammed it behind you, seeing Jin two steps behind.

He naturally did not take to your suggestion. He seemed to think it was a joke at first. Which is why you locked the guest room door. He tries to sweet talk his way in, but when he sees you're serious, the voice outside the door gets quiet.

The next morning, when you get up to get ready for the day, you find Jin sleeping outside the door. You press a kiss to his cheek and he opens his eyes.

“I thought I wasn't allowed to touch you.” “I didn't say I couldn't touch you.” “Well, new rule, you can't touch me until I'm allowed to touch you.”

He plays so dirty. He stands literal inches from you, his hot breath in your ear as he whispers about how once you crack, you'll never leave his arms again. He'll tell you in graphic detail how he's going to kiss you so hungrily that you won't even think about trying this again. 

“I told you! No touching!” You snapped at Jin, ignoring the book you had been attempting to take off the shelf.

You couldn't. You just couldn't. His hot breath, and pretty words, and constant presence was making this a punishment for you, not him.

“I'm not touching you,” he purred. You looked to the side. His lips, indeed, weren't touching you, just hovering. You looked down. His hands weren't on your hips, just hovering. But both his lips and his hands were so close, you could have sworn you felt him touching you. And this wasn't the first instance. 

Over the last twelve hours, his hovering was closer and closer, so that you constantly felt his touch on you, despite him not touching you at all.

Between that and his pretty words….

“God! Okay! I give up! Bleed to death if you want, just touch me!” You cried. Instantly, the distance was closed, and his hands were on your hips, his lips on your cheek. 

“I'll be more careful, since it bothers you so much,” Jin whispered, as one of his hands left your hip, and moved to massage comforting circles on your stomach.

He didn't learn anything from this. At least not the lesson he should learn. But you've learned that you'll need a different tactic to get through to him.

He'd been slipping into old habits, staying up as late as he physically could to study, talking down to himself in his head, skipping meals to care for his kingdom. Cyran, and his servants, and citizens know that you're the one who keeps him sane, and beg you to talk to him. They're worried.

So you try to.

“Clavis,” you said, trying to get his attention as he hastily made a plate of food from the spread the servants had laid out.

“Aw, feeling needy? Don't worry, I'll tend to you when I'm finished,” he said with a smirk.

You'll give him that. He may neglect himself, but he never neglects you.

“I'm worried you're overdoing it.”

“I assure you, as a gentleman, I would never give you cause to worry.”

It's a back and forth, where he clearly wants to rush to his room to finish something, but also doesn't want you to be too mad at him when he wants cuddles later. It gets tense, and finally you shout.

“If you're not going to take these concerns seriously, you can't touch me until you learn to!”

Clavis' plate falls to the ground as his jaw drops. Various servants are shaking their heads in fear, kneeling on the floor in prayer, Cyran himself looks green, like he could throw up at any moment.

Clavis opens and shuts his mouth a couple times, before a slow smile spreads on his face. You know that smile. That smile is never good.

“Alright,” he says, before walking out of the room. The second he's gone, the silence is broken, and everyone is crying, shouting, and talking at you.

You don't see Clavis for a week. But everyone else does. And they all come back to you to tell you all about it. Apparently, with his favorite person not around to play with, the pranks and horrible cooking have skyrocketed. He's acting maniacal, like a true villain.

Not your problem. At least that's what you say that first week. Then you walk out of your room in the morning, and slip on a banana peel. When you look up, you see various innocent victims also slipping on the peel lined hallway. Including Cyran, who looks on the brink of tears as he pleads with you to talk to Clavis.

You find him in his office. Eating a banana.  He says something along the lines of, “If it isn't the love of my life. How can I help you?” “You know why I'm here.” “Do I?” “Yes.”

You tell him you get that he's bored without you to focus his energy on. But leave the Innocents out of it. He puts on a shocked face, assuring you he has no idea what you're talking about. But with the glint in his eyes, you know he heard you. In all the wrong ways.

It's quiet. Too quiet. Cyran assures you that Clavis has been doing his work as normal, just with less pranking. But still. It's far too quiet for your liking. 

Then the other shoe drops. You find a note in your room. A ransom note of sorts. You can't read it, but you catch the words, Rio, visit, and tower. So you leave your room in a rush. Only to be stopped by Cyran, who hands you an object. He tells you it's a newish invention, used for being out on hot days. He's been saving it for an emergency, and the time has come.

Clavis gets you revealing nightwear from time to time. But you've never worn pants like this. They couldn't even really be called pants, as there was very little leg to them. Cyran told you that people called them “shorts”.

Your legs were exposed, but you knew this would destroy the Clavis bomb.

You walked up to the tower, and when you entered you saw him looking out the far window.

“Y/N, I've been expecting yo-” he almost sounded like he was going to vomit the way he cut himself off as he turned to you.

Rio rotated his tied up body around, then went bright red, his eyes lighting up as he spoke excitedly behind the gag.

“Geh,” Clavis said, less a word and more a sound, as he stared at your legs.

You stalked over to Rio, feeling powerful, as you un gagged him.

“Y/N, you look so beautiful,” Rio said with hearts in his eyes. “And you came to save me? I can't help but fall more in love with you!”

That snapped Clavis out of it, mostly. He strode over to Rio, and covered his eyes, ignoring the disappointed whine.

“What- what- what-,” he choked out, unable to put a thought together. “Legs,” he spit out, still sounding like he'd vomit.

“Free Rio, prove to me you can take care of yourself, and you can see me in these shorts whenever you want,” you tried to say it without embarrassment, because while Clavis could get jealous, that wouldn't stop him from asking you to wear them everyday.

He whined, reaching out for you with the grabby hands of a toddler. You took a step back and gave him a stern look.

“Y/N,” he whined. “I'll be good. I'll take care of myself. I'll let the hound go. Just lemme touch!”

“You swear?” You ask.

He nodded quickly, his eyes pinned to your legs.

“Release Rio, then you can-”

He moved so fast, you couldn't finish the thought. He cut Rio loose, fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around your legs, and pressed the side of his face to your thighs.

All in the span of seconds.

“Rio, can you-” you began.

“I'm leaving, don't worry. I'll see you later.” He walked past, and you stared down at the blissed out Clavis who was singing something under his breath, to your legs.

[writer-akihiko]

Hi, this is the first time doing this but may I ask for one for Ikeprince where Belle was the childhood friend for the princes but they lost contact after many years and only meet again during the prologue. Thank you.

Rekindled Connection: IkePri Princes

I've officially returned! Thank you to everyone who's waited honestly. Also, I assume that you don't want me to spoil any content, so a few characters are omitted from the ask such as Gilbert, Silvio and Keith. Contains spoilers for Leon's and Luke's route mainly, but the rest are route spoilers inclined.

"The new Belle of Rholodite, YN." Sariel announced.

Jin Grandet

Even before the meeting, he dreaded the day to meet the new Belle. He was careful to hide his discontent from someone like Sariel and his younger brothers, promising to never involve himself with Belle

Your careful entrance to the hall where the princes gathered was expected, but Jin didn't expect… you. His princely seductive smile faltered, his face drawn to a harsh scowl instead

He knew who you were. He didn't know if the rest did,  but it didn't cross his mind as his fist slammed against the table

Leon and Chevalier stopped their welcoming greetings, the princes' eyes on their eldest. Jin stormed out, clutching you by the arm, before glowering at Sariel. "She was never supposed to be a part of this."

Your soft protests rang in his ears down the hallway, before Jin pulled you tight to his chest

"YN… Why did you become the Belle?" His voice near breaking, he'd never wish such a fate upon you, even if it was your way of reconnecting with him

The guards slowly closed on him, however, with Jin as your shield, the common guards couldn't bear the thought of harming the first Prince Jin Grandet

Nearing the gardens, you struggled enough to pull away from the prince who suddenly seized you. The frenzy of the day got to you, unable to even lift your head in front of the country's princes… The fear rushed to your head that one of the princes wanted to take you immediately

All panic fled once you saw the man with the brown hair who you met oh so long ago. "Jin…?"

He stopped, regretfully turning to you. "I'll explain more later," He said, glancing back at the advancing guards. "Trust me one more time, YN."

Chevalier Michel

Oh, how he wanted to curse his deceased father from beyond the grave… There was a note of familiarity when he first saw you

As much as he wanted to be delighted, his position was too fragile. He couldn't protect you definitely from those corrupt nobles

He let a few days past, before he heard a knock to his office door. You were there, as he predicted. You would've seeked him out, one way or another

He allowed Clavis and Nokto to be in the same room, so he wasn't surprised when your smiles and clumsy behaviour turned solemn upon meeting him

"I didn't mean to, Chev." You began. The other princes wondered how were you so bold to address the prince without title, much less a nickname

He hushed his brothers, before turning to Clavis. Whispers of preparations filled the room, before Chevalier got up, exiting the room just before whispering in your ear to follow Clavis' words

The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included

He had left, not sparing much of a glance to you. He's been pissed off the entire week due to you being Belle. He read your letters of your explanation before, remembering that it was tucked with the past writings he kept from you since you both were children

Of course things wouldn't go smoothly, with how cunning Sariel was. Nokto and Luke getting drunk with their older brother Jin was as much proof as he needed, and soon you were kept from him

Clavis and you weren't oblivious to the situation. Being forbidden from leaving the palace until you made your decision made your and Chevalier's life ever more difficult. It wasn't something you expected, but sooner it became more comfortable even with the sudden addition of secret lessons of queendom here and there as Chevalier wrote that it was for you

Your lives were still as separated as before, but the letters were ever so warm as you both hid behind the guise of your titles. It was not time yet to be reunited with your childhood lover, so all Chevalier could do was send you a rose from afar…

Clavis Lelouch

The first emotions that go through his head were of fondness towards you. There were many things he kept buried behind his aloof personality, you included

He couldn't believe that you were that person oh so long ago, and neither can you. Clavis now was unlike before, perhaps it was better to focus on the task at hand

He stumbled over you upon the first meeting, but you made an effort to avoid him afterwards… but gosh darn was this man persistent

Bringing up things of the past, wondering if you had him in your heart… How were you supposed to know that he was a prince all those years ago? The time it was only nailed into your head was when the soldiers showed up was to threaten your loved ones

All these years and he wasn't a prince who'd comply to such rules. The opportunity given by Sariel was a way to make things better at home, so you insisted to follow them by the book

Somehow someway, Clavis Lelouch finds a way where it was just a moment between you two. The aloof prince gone, and a glimpse of perhaps the shy prince you once fell for

"Back then, maybe I did care, Clavis," You said. "It's not the time for me to be nice to you anymore. I ask you do not address me as if I were your friend."

He held on to you, stating how he never forgot your kindness towards him and how he too was forced to throw you away. "Just once, may we begin anew?"

Multiple instances of his pleas and your wavering heart finally was his. The pace was by your terms as there were clearly rules against your relationship Not like Clavis cared much for the rules anyway…

He got a kick out of giving a few nobles a heart attack after oh so kindly threatening them to denounce his title if they deny your marriage…

Leon Dompteur

He doesn't mention it at first, as he wanted to confirm his suspicions. Back then, you were the young girl who would secretly hand them off food when your family bakery was near its closing

He remembered how you still continued such, even after his adoption. For years he had to find you once again after news of your family migrating to Obsidian. You being Belle is simply another part of you that would give him the pleasure of getting to know you once more

How you returned, he'd never knew. His other brothers must've realised how much you piqued the interest of Leon so much so that he invited you often for small talks

From a few moments of conversing, he doubted that you remembered him. Nonetheless, he wanted to know more about the one who saved him back then

The sliver of friendship back then began to grow into companionship. You were someone that Leon could visibly relax around, and Leon was someone you could forget your duties with

It wasn't until Yves found that you had a knack for baking, and soon your goodies were presented to Leon's faction Your good friend takes nothing but a loaf of bread, not even the sweets you laboured over…

It made you quite curious, yet you couldn’t help but giggle from the adorable Leon's face stuffed with bread

As you stare longer at his stuffed face, the roundness of his cheek and his glinting smile… It was a moment of dejavu. Particularly the small boy back then who would always smile after you gave him bread…

Shaking off the connection, you excused yourself as you tried to recount any memories of the boy and Leon. It was uncanny for sure, but the conclusions drawn up in your head were too close to be ignored

"I had a feeling you figured it out," The voice belonging to none other than Leon emerged next to you. "Hello YN, I've missed you."

Yves Kloss

He was… surprised to say the least. He was silent the entire meeting, not moving from his chair even at your personal introduction to him

He at first, was unsure if you recognised him. Everything that you knew of him back then… he’s a different Yves now. The childish promises weren’t something that he should believe in again

Back then, he was a hopeless child, wishing to the little girl in his eyes who was his princess with a promise of marriage. “YN… pwease marry me when… when I’m bigger!”

The mortifying scenarios that repeated back in his head only served to push him away from you. It’s best if you forgot about him really, as much as he feels inclined to uphold his promise…

Jealousy did not catch him when he saw you amongst his brothers, but the irritation of some of them to pursue you so recklessly made him want to jump in at the chance

He wasn’t being demanding, was he? It was only a simple invitation to a tea party… with just him involved. Well, anything to get you away from Nokto really

He noticed you carried with you a flower ring, usually of any strays from the gardeners. You’d keep it around your ring finger ever so tightly, being frightened if it were to fall off

Oh… what an idiotic child Yves was. He proposed to you with a flower ring. All these years, you’d waited for him

His constant glances at your finger, particularly the flower, made you laugh. “Belle… YN… You knew it was me didn’t you?”

You picked up one of his favourite tarts, holding it to his face. “And if I said yes, would you finally replace this flower ring on my finger with a real one?”

Licht Klein

He wasn’t someone that would attract too much attention, especially with how boisterous and loud the others were. Yet, he couldn’t shake your gaze off of him. Why were you so attentive to him?

There was some note of familiarity to how you acted. There was no air of nobility about you, instead a comfort that was akin to a friend that kept his attention

It… began to be distracting for him. Not an annoyance like Clavis, but distracting enough to be a constant reminder throughout his day. It was… a welcomed distraction, if he was fully honest with himself

The day where you observed your duties as Belle could make him care less, however the times where you were scheduled to visit made him much more active. His brothers saw his much more vocal participation in such meetings

Much to Licht’s own detriment, Clavis and Leon of all people, always informed where your location was. Leon much less, but he’d always find a way to give Licht a heads up. Clavis was much more of an annoyance, but Jin was the worst, giving Licht money to buy ‘nicer clothes to impress YN’

It was not until you gifted him a woven bracelet did he remember you. Unable to deny the flood of memories that struck him, he pulled you into a soft embrace, sniffling tears that stained your dress. Murmurs of ‘why didn’t you tell me’ and apologies spilled from him

All you did was reply, saying how much you missed him as you stroked his back gently. Yes, you were the little girl who always played with him and Nokto, constantly comforted Licht’s lonely moments until you were forcefully taken away from him

By law, the land you resided in belonged to Jade instead, and all form of contact lost except for a woven bracelet you last left when you played together. He kept it with him, treasuring it even to its last threads

As he thought about it, your predicament only angered him. You did not deserve to be thrown into a castle of beasts, surrounded by only those who wish to use you

His trajectory as a prince now included you, to free you from any burdens as Belle. He acts in secret, just as his feelings towards you. It is not the right time to tell you, so locked shall his affections be

Nokto Klein

He doesn’t recall you. None of it really. He truly made a fool of himself when it came to you. An honest fool in fact…

Nothing to you clicked for him. Really, it’s not his fault, given that you two were about the age of toddlers when you played with each other. You didn’t know it was him either, continuing on your days as normal

Nokto regardless was a flirtatious man to you. His affections did not cease, yet he’s drawn to you for your utter perseverance to refuse him. The person who really comforted you was none other that Licht, his own brother. Nokto found his twin embracing you in joy one day, and he was utterly confused

He trailed you and his twin, until the point he reached the servant’s quarters. What were you two doing there? Surely, Nokto thought that you were in a secret relationship with his own brother! One of the princes… It frustrated him so, realising that the flirtations turned to genuine love for you

He was being cynical, wanting to catch you and use such information against you but he stopped when Licht took out a beaded necklace to give to you. One that belonged to their mother’s loyal maid…

“How dare you?!” He stormed the room, ready to draw his sword to his own brother and you. Licht knew how much such memories meant to Nokto. The loyal maid in question was one who cared for them in the absence of their mother, in happier times…

“How dare I? How dare you!” You argued back, clutching the necklace. “This was my mother’s!” You ran out the door, leaving the two princes in shock

Licht simply looked at his brother in distaste, “I don’t have to spell everything out for you.” Heeding the words of his twin, he searched for you. It was not difficult, considering your limitations and boundaries within the castle walls.

For once in his life, he apologised. With full sincerity. “I didn’t realise you were… her. It all makes sense,” He added. “Your mother... she meant a lot to me.”

The comforting silence that hung between you two was enough for Nokto. His feelings would come after another apology, one for his jealousy and another for confessing his feelings. He would hope you waited, just as he did

Luke Randolph

He didn’t want to meet you personally, since any past connections would ruin his purpose being there. It would hurt to explain anything and everything that happened after you left

He was a silent observer, going out of his way to make sure your adjustment to the castle was as well as it could be. You were still surrounded by the beasts he called as his brothers after all

Despite his refusal to meet you, you find a way to surprise him regardless. He was often the consumer for your sweets, especially your honeyed cookies. It was too hard to pass up!

The differences in your schedules lead to your once childish exchange of letters. Small notes of ‘We’re meeting up right?’ or ‘Remember to bring some snacks…’ passed between you, reigniting the cheerful friendship once again

He often thinks to skip his missions and meetings that aren’t in the palace. He knew he was getting attached, and that was dangerous. Yet… seeing you innocently reading in the garden makes him want to abandon everything he’s worked for

He doesn’t end up skipping work due to your persistence, but regardless he is skipping if it involves escorting you anywhere. It’s just another hangout, with fancier clothes and food

Ah… he’s going crazy. The second time he’s escorting you, it hits him. It hits him hard how much he cares for you. It’s dangerous really, but he’s a beast. Danger often follows the beast…

Afterwards, he’s more forward, especially with his brothers that you’re his. Some understand, some intend to tease while others have the intention to pry you from his hands. They’ll have to deal with his bared fangs first

It’s a stupid decision to tell you everything, but many nights with a burden would bring anyone’s shoulders down. Those in the past, how much they mean to him… To him, you matter the most, when you hug your bear, allowing him to weep

Some things are left in the dark, but as they are brought to light, he hopes you’re able to face it with him together. “YN… if anything… put yourself first before me okay? Just like last time…”

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Teasing Him HCs

includes: Jin, Chevalier, Clavis, and Leon

warnings: nsfw minors dni, fem!reader with vagina + boobs, piv sex, semi-public sex, fingering, slight edging, some degradation

Note: I wanted to do more of them but I’ve been having writers block, so part 2 will hopefully be soon

Jin:

• While all the princes have a fondness of teasing, the resident first prince/playboy of the castle especially loves to barb you with remarks like “want to get out of here and fool around?” He responds fairly well when the tables are turned, but can’t hold out for too long.

• If you throw the same remarks back at him, he might look surprised for a moment, but he’ll quickly smirk and say “sure thing baby, let’s go” before returning to whatever he was doing. He’s not prepared if you continue the game though

• You know his fondness of breasts? Well, if you hug his arm to your chest, pressing your boobs into his biceps, he’s gonna malfunction. How is he supposed to respond to that when you exploit his weakness?

• “Excuse me,” he’ll tell the people he was mingling with, not bothering to rattle off an excuse since everyone already knows his reputation, and then he’ll guide you to somewhere out of sight. You’ll find yourself hidden behind a pillar or tucked in an alley while he undoes the buttons on your blouse so he can grope and squeeze your chest.

• “Is this what you needed baby?” He’ll croon in your ear, pinching and rubbing your nipples til your head is full of static and you can only whimper in response. “You know I can’t resist your tits, I bet you can come just from this huh?” Prove his theory correct and he’ll be sure to do that more often, but if you manage to hold out, he’ll see if his cock can help speed things up.

Chevalier:

• the infamous brutal beast can withstand teasing fairly well, if you’re brave enough to try and rile him up. If you do decide to accept the risks, it’s going to take a bit more finesse to work.

• Knowing his fondness for the written word, if you slip him a rather lewd letter, his eyes will blink a little faster and an eyebrow will raise, but to really get his attention, a dirty poem will really do the trick.

• It may sound a bit cheesy, but if you rush to him with a sealed envelope and a showy exclamation of “This urgent message came for you!” He’s going to carefully read over the words with a stony expression before getting up with a flourish. “I have to leave. Come with me (y/n).”

• When you’ve managed to sneak away to his favorite reading spot, he’s going to give an amused scoff before bending you over a desk and pushing your skirts around your hips while he fingers you at an agonizingly slow pace. “That was rather clever, I guess you’re so desperate for a little release you’ll do anything hm?”

• He’ll edge you right to the tip of the breaking point before moving away, a smirk on his face as he moves to his favorite chair. “Did you think it would be that easy? Maybe if you suck my cock I’ll help you,” he’d spread his legs as he picked up a book, ready to enjoy himself while you squirm a little.

Clavis:

• He’s shameless, full stop. He’ll tease you in public without hesitation, and if you tease him, he’ll give as good, or better, than he gets. The man is a menace.

• Despite this, he does have some limits before he breaks, it just depends when and where. He likes showing you off and ‘marking his territory’ in a way, but he doesn’t want anyone to see what he gets to see during intimacy.

• If he catches a flash (or you flashing) your chest or too much cleavage he gets visibly antsy, but if your legs are more visible? He’s going to be a mess. And if, more specifically, your thighs somehow are visible? He’s already dragged you away to stumble down a hall and make out.

• He may not want people to see you being intimate, but he has no problem teasing you back to see if you might moan loud enough for someone to hear. “You’re such a naughty girl,” he’ll snicker, keeping you sandwiched between him and a wall while he rocks into you. “Are you going to let everyone know I make you moan like a whore?”

• The whole thing is playful, he secretly enjoys you being a little naughty and getting to play along, but he still wants to reinforce that your his and his alone. “I’m gonna mark you up after this, so you’ll remember how good I am at this.” He’ll grin, as he leads your shaking self to his room, ready to shower you with kisses.

Leon:

• Leon’s preferred method of flustering you and getting you to blush is just being so gentlemanly and charming you feel like you’ll explode from the butterflies he gives you. He does make things a bit “spicy” at times, but he’s such a picture perfect prince he usually saves that for in private.

• He doesn’t really get embarrassed if you tease him, he trusts you to not do anything too inappropriate in public, so he usually just gives you a soft smirk and an occasional comment, but keeps himself fairly contained.

• The best way to get a reaction out of him it to tell him what you did after the fact. What I mean by this, is going the whole day with no underwear or with a plug in, and confessing it to him that evening. He blushes before getting completely into it.

• “You gotta be more careful, I might have lost my composure if I’d found you out earlier,” he’d grin, shimmying his jacket off while he’d spread your legs a little to take a peek. “Would that please you? I could bend you over the throne and make love to you til you can’t even stand.”

• You’d find yourself on your hand and knees on your bed, your skirt pushed up above your hips while he fingered you from behind. Leon would kiss the sensitive spots on your neck while shushing you when you felt like wailing out, his fingers curling every time you made a noise. “You’re so pretty, all here just for me.”

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Finding Home Within You

Pairing: Leon x MC (Emma)

TW/CW: smut

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The news came suddenly, and once your beloved Leon broke the news to you, you couldn't help but to be utterly destroyed.

“I’m sorry, but an unexpected meeting about negotiations has come up and I can’t get out of it. And I'm afraid this means we have to postpone our Valentine's plans. I’m so sorry.” Although your heart has been slightly broken, you can’t bring yourself to be upset since his expression shows how much this deeply upsets him too. He’s been so busy as of late, and Valentine’s was your only foreseeable opportunity to get some quality one-on-one time and take a well deserved break from the responsibilities each one of you carry.

“When do you leave?” is the only thing you can bring yourself to ask.

“First thing tomorrow.” he sighs and brings his hands to gently hold yours. He presses gentle kisses to your knuckles – such a tender display of affection makes your heart melt like chocolate left out in the sun. “I promise I'll make it up to you once I come back.”

“As long as I get to spend some alone time with you, I’ll be happy.”

And unfortunately, morning came back around and it was time for him to depart. Your days dragged on despite it being the same 24 hour days when Leon was here. And then Valentine’s Day arrived. When you woke up you couldn’t help but feel a bit depressed considering your fiancé is currently away from you. But work is work, and now that it’s Valentines that means there’s only a few more days to go until he’s finally back. Your morning consists of baking some treats. Then in the afternoon is adding final touches and handing out the treats. Once all the treats are distributed you head back to the kitchen to finish cleaning up the mess you had made. As you’re walking you smell something savory, which has overtaken the sweet smell of your treats from earlier. As you step into the kitchen, you notice it’s absolutely spotless and the smell of the delicious dinner leads back to here. Then standing by an immaculate set table stands the love of your life.

“I apologize that it’s not much, but I was a little short on time. Please forgive me.” He grins – the grin that you love so much. You’re so overwhelmed by emotions by his sudden appearance that you run into his arms. Once your body collides with his, his arms immediately wrap around your waist. “I missed you so much, Emma.” He softly murmurs into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine.

“I can’t believe you’re here. I thought you wouldn’t be back for a few more days.”

“What kind of man would I be if I left the woman I love down on the most romantic holiday?”

“I hope you didn’t push yourself too hard.”

“I’m okay, I promise. Now, how about we get our date started?”

“Yes, please!”

He pulls out a chair for you to sit down, then pushes your seat in, and delicately places a napkin in your lap.

Despite claiming to be short on time, there was such an amazing feast put together. There was a nice juicy steak for each of you, along with plenty of sides to pair with it. He pours each of you a glass of wine, passes one to you, and keeps the other. Once the glass is in your hand and begins a toast, “Here’s to our valentines date and to the many others we will have together.” And the two of you bring your glasses together and the clink resonates throughout the room. Leon being romantic he insists on feeding you. He enjoys watching you delightfully chew each bite and how you savor the flavor. And as the two of you eat he recounts his days that he was away from you. The two of you share some laughs and enjoy your evening together after being apart for so long.

After dinner, the two of you walk together hand-in-hand toward his room, which has become yours as well. Before he even opens the door, he caresses your cheek with one hand and gives you a sweet, lingering kiss.

“I’m so happy to be home.” He says, his breath tickling your lips.

“Welcome home, Leon.” You say with a sweet smile. Leon then quickly slots his lips between yours again, but instead of a sweet kiss like the one just moments before. There’s a sense of urgency as he kisses you, and the feeling of knowing he needs you has you moaning into the kiss. Leon moves his hands to grip around your waist and draw you closer to him. You find yourself reaching for the door, desperately trying to open the door before someone finds the two of you in the middle of your make out session. Leon takes a quick glance, now seeing the door open, he moves his hands down to your legs and hoists you up. He carries you into the bed room and closes the door with his foot and it only takes him a few steps for him to reach the bed

He gently lays the both of you down onto the bed, a soft creak and the rustling of sheets sounding out as the two of you shift to get more comfortable. His hands coming up to rub your breasts through your dress – that alone has you letting out a wanton moan. Even through his kiss you can feel how his lips smirk. It doesn’t take much longer for the two of you to start undressing one another. A shower of fabric raining out as each garment is thrown without care or worry, just the desperate need of needing to feel the warmth of bare skin. Leon’s hands tantalizingly rub up and down your sides, before reaching further up and settling on your breasts and rolling your nipples between his thumb and index. That touch alone already has you softly arching your back off of the mattress — your body begging for more.

“I love when you moan for me. Shows that I’m loving you right.” He whispers into your ear. His sultry voice causing you to become wetter than you already were.

You lift your hips up, grinding yourself against his hardened cock. The action, although more than welcome, took him by surprise as he lets out a soft moan by feeling the warmth and wetness of your cunt.

“More. I need you.” You whimper out as you continue to rub yourself against him.

Leon moves his hands down to your hips to stop the rolling of your hips, and then brings one hand to grab his cock and align it with your entrance.

“You know I can’t deny you.” And he enters you with ease, both of you already moaning at the sensation. He felt so good and he hasn’t even started moving yet. His length and girth are just the right amount to fill you up perfectly, and how the veins that adorn it graze your gummy walls. “You feel… so good,” Leon grunts out. His hands move to yours placing them by your head and holding onto them before he starts thrusting into you. His slow, gentle thrusts are driving you insane, you can feel him holding back.

“It’s okay,” you moan out, “you can go faster.” You assure him and hold tighter onto his hands. You see something in his eyes shift and he begins to pick up his pace. His now animalistic pace is just what both of you needed, both of you smiling, sweating, and moaning messes. You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer to you. And despite his unrelenting pace, his forehead comes down to touch yours and your eyes meet, and sweet words begin to spill out, “I can’t wait to marry you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” His words leave you gasping and you feel yourself releasing around his cock. He grunts, burying his face in your neck as he cums inside of you.

He reluctantly pulls out of you, leaving you feeling empty and his cock cold compared to your warmth. Nothing in the room can be heard besides the sounds of his and your heavy breathing. You feel soft, fluttering kisses on your neck. Even those tiny little kisses have you whimpering, still sensitive from your orgasm.

Once you feel like you’ve caught your breath, you find yourself untangling yourself from Leon, and he looks a little confused why you’re separating yourself from him, but his confusion is soon replaced with a smirk when he sees you positioning yourself over him. His hands immediately find their place on your hips.

“Let me show you how much I missed you.” You say to him.

He sits up to kiss you, “We have so many days to make up for, I hope you’re ready.”

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CLUMSY LOVE - LEON DOMPTEUR X READER

Warnings : mentions of injuries, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff <3

Word count : 0.9K words

Additional notes : This was born after seeing @leonscape ‘s posts, reminding me of how criminally underrated this man is in the fandom. His kind of safe, warm love is right up my alley, because I can’t imagine anything more comforting.

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Leon Dompteur was a prince in all but blood. He had the refined poise and power over every room he walked into, the indelible charm that pulled everyone in, the wicked spirit that thrummed underneath his skin and fought to make it out, and the bravery to serve one’s country as one would lay his own life down.

But one thing he was not even remotely princely in, was fine motor skills. With big calloused hands, long and thick fingers, and hardened palms over the years, so used to handling roughness and sharpness, it made perfect sense that he would find it difficult to handle the smaller things that required immense concentration and deftness.

That, however, did not necessarily stop him from trying. For what it’s worth, it seemed that he was hellbent on changing that one shortcoming of his, constantly trying to do things his hands frankly weren’t meant to do.

Many a time did the kitchen staff stumble upon the fourth prince trying to pipe saccharine icing ontop of the cookies Yves had just pulled out of the oven, his tongue sticking out in concentration as he tried to scribble sugar lines. In the end, they always looked wonky, but Yves helplessly sighed every time and patted him on the back for trying.

Sometimes, Jin would be nursing a bottle of expensive wine in melancholy, a despondent look on his face, and Leon would then offer to take his paperwork and finish it up for him. Though he tried his best to imitate his eldest brother’s manner of writing, he simply wasn’t made for the tiny, neat calligraphy that Jin often resorted to, and his attempts at doing so only made the writing all the more illegible.

And though Licht was adamant to always hide his countless injuries from his brothers, Leon’s keen eye always caught sight of at least a few unhealed wounds littering his pale skin. It was up to him as his caring older brother to offer to patch up his bloodied forearms (something that was always met with a bit of push and pull), but he probably did more harm than good, what with all the loose tiny bandages and squiggly lines of ointment on the infinitely small wounds.

Still, nothing seemed to deter him from trying, even if he knew that—realistically speaking—his chances of success were incredibly low. Leon best expressed himself through actions that bared his big heart, and he wasn’t about to stop anytime soon. If anything, his failures only made him more determined to try and share his brothers’ burdens even more.

And that little quirk of his also extended to his beloved, of course. After all, in his eyes, there wasn’t a single person in the world more worthy of his attention and care. To others, it was a great shame for a prince to supposedly “debase himself by serving another”, but the mere idea made his blood boil. If anything, he—a prince made of nothing—would give the world to them should they show a sliver of interest in it.

In a less dramatic manner, he resorted to doing little things, like that he did on one particularly pleasant spring manner. The weather was too good to pass up on a nice stroll in the gardens with his lover. Said stroll slowly crumbled with the temptation of laziness, and soon turned into lazing around in the freshly cut grass in the midday sun.

Their hand was brushing through his ebony locks, twirling strands between their fingers as their other hand flipped page after page of their book. With all the duties planted on their shoulders, they had little time left to read and relax like this. Thankfully, that meant that they paid Leon no mind as he fiddled with something.

A few minutes passed, maybe half an hour (they did have a habit of losing track of time while reading), and he turned to face them in their lap. His bright smile was almost as blinding as the afternoon sun above, and when he tugged at their sleeve, they didn’t know what to expect—but it certainly wasn’t whatever it was that he presented them with.

Curiously inspecting it for a beat or two, they didn’t know what to call it. After all, Leon was never good with his hands, and that was common knowledge by now. Anything he made was practically unrecognizable without an introduction.

“That’s a…?”

He took their discontinued sentence as an invitation to elaborate. “A ring made out of flowers.” He grinned even wider as he pointed at it. “See. All daisies.”

“Well, they’re not very… sturdy, I think,” they laughed out, turning it around in their fingers. “It’s the thought that counts though. So thank you.”

“Don’t thank me yet.” Leon shook his head, before he took their hand gracefully in his, slipping on the makeshift ring with less than half of that grace. A quick prayer was sent above to whoever was listening, hoping that it would not fall apart—and, much to his relief, it stayed in place, wonky daises with half-broken stems and all.

“Is this a proposal?” They jokingly nudged him with their newly-adorned ring finger, not expecting the soft look he returned them with, nor the gentle kiss he pressed against their knuckles.

“A place-holder, until I find you the perfect ring.”

And though he was never quite good with small things or fine skills, he clearly was well-versed in the art of getting their heart to pound furiously against their ribcage, threatening to spill into his hands; for him to have and hold. Only he—and no one else—had the ability to make them fall head over heels, over and over again, slowly and then all at once, just like it were the first time.

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I'm sending a Leon request with a prompt that has tickled the back of my mind ever since I read it on list of gesture prompts. I know you can find a way to make this magic:

possessive hand-holding

ikemen reqs r open u__u thank u @violettduchess i hope u like this... mess LOL

these hands, like gods

leon; 1,059 words; so very nearly nsfw... but not rly... oh yeah, and i simp shakespeare in case yall didnt know...

it always comes back to shakespeare, the damnable bard, a poet to end all poets — a storyteller, a truth-seeker, a dream-spinner; leon used to have to try to stay awake with a book propped in his lap. and now, he wishes his dreams could be half as breathless as all his momentary realities.

“so… they both die at the end?”

you laugh, pressing a finger to his lips; he catches it in his own hand, skimming a kiss by your wrist.

“shh… spoilers!”

leon blinks, still chasing shivers up the length of your arm, kissing you till you’re breathless and his lips are at the base of your throat.

“i thought it was a classic — doesn’t everyone know how it ends already?”

you crinkle your nose, and he kisses that too.

“you didn’t, and it says so in the opening paragraph!” and though there’s nothing accusatory in your tone, he still cocks his head and smirks.

“i do now — and what can i say? i’m hooked,” he says, his voice a bone-deep rumble as it works up through his chest into yours, “you should take responsibility.”

“f-for what? making you more cultured?”

leon scoffs then, propping himself up on an elbow as he lays next to you, the pair of you for once blessedly alone in your chambers, the now-finished play about star-crossed lovers lying face down on the sheets next to you. languidly, almost lazily, he draws his hand up over your arm, tracing an absent finger along the ridge of your collarbones.

“hmmm… i don’t know if cultured is the right word for it,” he muses, and for a moment, you’re caught in the sweep of his dark lashes, in the knife-sharp intensity caught behind his eyes, like shards of shattered glass, making fractals of the afternoon light. “more like… creative.”

and his fingers find yours, lacing one through another, curling, pressing, the movement slow and sure and somehow sensual in a way that you never realized that hands could be. but of course — of course they could be. and you love his hands, don’t you? you love the wide and warmth of them, the length of his fingers, the tan of his skin, the quickness and the certainty with which he wields sword and shield both.

you press your palm to his and smile.

“then…” you let your eyes flutter closed as his other hand trails up the back of your neck, fingers twisting in your hair, tugging ever so gently; you swallow, you gasp, you let yourself be pressed into the soft of the silken sheets, “get creative.”

leon hums, and there’s dare buried somewhere deep his throat, curling up like a purr or a growl or something smack in the middle and just as delicious.

“yeah… what was that line you liked so much again?” he asks, grazing his lips along your cheeks, pulling your hand above your head to pin it there.

“a-and palm to palm,” you recite, your breaths coming quick in your chest now, a burning, twisting heat curling up into the soft of your face, making the tips of your ears go hot, “is h-holy palmer’s kiss — ah —”

you bite your lips as leon grazes his teeth along your neck.

“mhm… then let lips do what hands do… right?” he leans back if only to catch your lips in his, the world falling away in the gravity of him and you, the push and pull, the rise and fall of bodies and breaths, and it is chasing and catching and kissing and breathing, and it is letting go too — but never your hands. always, they stay closed, twisted, entwined. even as one kiss breaks into another, and another, the friction of palm on palm never ceases.

they pray… lest faith turns to despair…

“but no despair for you, i think,” leon had said when you’d first read him the passage aloud, admitting that it’s one of your favorites, and you’d blushed like you do, because of course — of course. what else had there been to do?

“and no death for you, either,” you’d chided, because that was always a more pressing concern.

leon had shrugged, grinning as he looks back at the text, tracing his fingers beneath the well-inked lines.

“well… there’s one kind of death i wouldn’t mind…”

you’d frowned, watched him carefully. but his grin had been cat-like, almost leonine.

“a kind of death?”

“yes — ‘la petit mort’ — you know what it means?” and by now, his smile had gone cheshire-wide and it takes you a moment before you’d squawked and tried to bury your face in the nearest soft thing. which had, incidentally, been your hands.

“leon!”

and he’d laughed, breaking over the sound, leaning back, his shoulders shaking, his eyes cast up and closed, the sound of it sweet and warm as honey.

but now, like this, with your hand held in his, pinned over your head, his lips pressed to the pulse of your heart, your throat bared, your mind unwinding and askew as he trails his free hand along the bend of your waist, you can’t help thinking that he’s right.

if there is a kind of death to pray for… it would be this.

no despair for either of us, you think rather defiantly, only pleasure.

you make yourself that promise as you tug leon up for another soul-searing kiss.

and no death but this one kind, you think as he grins against your lips, striking fire inside you as kindling to a flame, setting you ablaze.

“look at me,” he says, his voice gentle, and you do. you look at him, and in him you find everything — everything you had ever searched for, every truth, every poem, every fairy-tale ending. every story that your body had ever wanted to tell.

“kiss me,” you say. and he does.

and as his hand slowly makes it’s way back up the side of your body to tug at the layers still keeping you apart, you let yourself be lost. you curl your fingers around his, feel the heat of his palm against yours.

you close your eyes — and pray.

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You can still taste the lavish vanilla of Leon’s birthday cake on your tongue. Yves had spared no expense baking and decorating it the night before, insisting upon maximizing the freshness, even if that meant losing some sleep. To say you helped him with it would be a bit of an overstatement, —but you tried your best to be of assistance where you could (and where Yves, in all his perfectionism, would allow.) It was three tiers tall and masterfully prepared, and when Sariel sliced it open to spread the goodness around that morning, Leon hummed in delight and thanked his younger brother so profusely for taking the time to bake it in celebration of his birth.

Twenty eight had never looked so good on anyone. Not because the mere age of twenty eight was indicative of anything in particular, —but because anything on Leon was simply something spectacular, a sight to behold in every way. He was the kind of man that owned any room he set foot in just by virtue of being himself. People revered him without question, his charm winning over so many hearts (even when he wasn’t trying.) People trusted him. . . You trusted him.

Yves never did like to be the center of attention if it wasn’t on his own terms, so he begrudgingly accepted the thanks of his elder brother and then insisted they talk about something other than the wonderful cake everyone enjoyed without fail. Even Chevalier, in all his broodish angst, bothered to drop by that morning for a slice (that he only took a few bites from, granted, —but the fact that he even came at all was the real surprise.) He wasn’t exactly the leader of the Leon Dompteur FanClub, but he had a healthy enough respect for the Fourth Prinnce to give him a little nod on his way out the door. You guessed Leon had taken that as “happy birthday.”

Luke was there mostly for the cake, and because it gave him something to do that would justify (in his mind, at least), sneaking off to take a nap somewhere around noon. He scarfed down two pieces before even acknowledging what the dessert had been baked for, but Leon didn’t seem to mind the mooching. Luke was more of a stranger than a family member to him, but Leon always looked at him like he was waxing nostalgic. You always suspected Luke reminded him of someone, maybe of his younger self, —a version of Leon you never knew. . . Another part of you wondered if there was something he was making peace with when he looked at the youngest of his siblings; some shattered part of him he was learning how to live with.

You never asked, though.

Licht didn’t say much of the occasion, but paid his brother a greeting, quietly said happy birthday, and took a slice of cake even though breakfast had never been much of his thing. You guessed it was more out of respect for Yves and his efforts than for Leon’s special occasion. Nokto and Clavis each took turns slinging their arms around Leon’s shoulders, shaking him a little, and saying he was getting old. That was a little rich coming from Clavis, in your opinion, but you didn’t bother to speak up about it. Jin placed a large hand on Leon’s shoulder and bid him a happy birthday, almost offered to take him down to the taverns for a bit of fun later in the evening, then glanced to you and clammed himself up.

Sariel was more concerned about Leon fulfilling his duties than celebrating the Prince’s birthday, —to absolutely no one's surprise, and Rio poked his head in after a morning of being put to work to sneak a slice of cake away and say happy birthday before Sariel could catch him “slacking” and demand he go find somewhere to be of use.

It was a normal morning in the castle, all things considered.

He worked, even on his special day, —spent hours training his soldiers, skipped lunch (to your disapproval), and scarfed his dinner down like a famished dog. Or a lion, rather.

The sun had already begun to set when you were able to find some time to be alone with him. Up in his room, you brushed some of that unruly brown hair out of his eyes, letting him kiss you to the point of breathlessness and then some.

“Happy birthday,” you finally told him when he pulled away to get some air.

A lopsided smile spread across his features, one so infectious that it made you grin up at him in turn.

He didn’t tell you that your birthday wish was the only one he really took to heart that day, but he didn’t have to. You just knew. And call it your dastardly intuition or the sadness that lingered in his gaze, but a part of you just knew that much like Leon’s birthday, this wouldn’t last forever.

You used to really like August. Sunny days and clear skies, the sounds of children playing on cobblestone. It was warm and comfortable, and you’d stay up late to look up at the stars and make wishes that would never really come true.

These days, August haunts you like a bittersweet ghost, and it tastes just like lavish vanilla.

It’s not the sun-filled, fun-loving month you once knew anymore, —no, August comes like a phantom and it swallows you whole, eats you up inside, and spits you out at midnight on September 1st, daring you to live and keep pushing, waiting for another August to suck you under again.

I’m sorry, he said to you, and the worst part was that he meant it.

He was so sincere in the way he broke your heart, so gentle in the way he smashed you into a million little pieces and left you scattered there. Nothing had ever hurt quite like that.

 It’s safer this way, he insisted, —but for who? Certainly not for the stupid organ in your chest that seemed to wane at every syllable of his tear-filled apology and subsequent explanation of why he couldn’t promise to love you until the sun exploded.

It’s better this way. But it wasn’t.

It won’t sting like this forever. And maybe it won’t.

He was probably right. You’re sure some fifteen years from now, you’ll be happier, and you won’t sit and stare at the ceiling on August nights anymore. You’re sure this’ll pass one day, he’ll lead this little country to new heights, and you’ll stay where you’ve always belonged, down in the city, running your bookshop, waving to his brothers when you see them on the streets. You’ll find someone else who’ll kiss away your tears, who’ll hold you when you fall apart and meld you back together so neatly. . . You’ll get better. It won’t always be this way.

You’ll grow up a little more, learn to stop and smell the roses again, whether they’re planted on castle grounds or not. You’ll accept what you can’t change and it won’t hurt like it does right now. You’ll taste vanilla and it won’t make you feel so small, —it won’t arouse all the memories of Leon and his dark chocolate hair or his sunlit eyes or his strong arms holding you close enough to have tricked you so selfishly into believing that he might never let go.

For whatever it’s worth, which doesn’t feel like a lot right now, —he’s probably right. Maybe it won’t sting like this forever. Maybe time will heal your wounds, stitch them up and kiss them like a caring mother. Maybe you’ll just learn to live with how badly it hurts until it turns to white noise inside your chest.

But that’s then, and this is now, so you sit around and sniffle over a piece of cake with frosting that’s too sweet, because you’re not Yves in all of his perfectionism, and you hope Leon’s cake tastes a lot better than yours. You hope he’s safer and better and that it doesn’t sting anymore, —but a part of you can’t help but want him to be a little sorry, even now. You hope all of his brothers will come around again and say happy birthday to him in their own ways, —Chevalier with his little acknowledging nod to Clavis and Nokto’s teasing. You hope he’ll eat lunch this time, that he’ll take a few breaks between tasks, and that he’ll think about you fondly for a little while when he goes back to his room to sleep for the night.

Most of all though, you’re still sure twenty nine has never looked so good on anyone.

[brattata]

Hello dear! I just saw you alphabet matchup event and I'd love to join <33 The fandom I'd like is Ikemen Prince

I'm over 20+ and I'd like the fluff alphabet with the letters R, V and X. My preferred pronouns are She/Her and my gender preference is male.

For 5 positive personality traits: I'm overall very friendly and easy to approach. I'm very patient and slow to anger. I'm very empathetic and sympathetic, I have a very easy time putting myself in others' shoes and rarely judge others. I'm a good listener and very attentive to others' needs. I tend to remember little things about the people I love and if I'm passionate about something I will always put my 110% in.

For 3 negative traits: I have a bad habit of being a people pleaser and have an overall hard time saying no unless I'm asked something blatantly dangerous. I'm a big daydreamer so I often have my head in the clouds which can make me less attentive to my surroundings and may lead the to zone out every now and then. I'm a BIG procrastinator and when I don't really like something I'll leave it until the very last moment to do. And lastly I tend to beat around the bush when I have to say something negative to someone or about someone to them or at least take a while to at least get to it because I try to sugarcoat it as much as possible. So... Basically not very straightforward.

My hobbies include:

-Ballet

-Painting

-Listening to music

-Playing piano

-Reading (I love fantasy but I also like exploring philosophy)

-History

-Pottery (I'm not that good at it)

-Writing

-Cooking and Baking

Dislikes/Relationship dealbreakers: People who are very rude or 'brutally honest' but instead of honest mainly just brutal. Overly judgemental people. People who make fun of others trying their best. Dishonesty. Disloyalty. Very aggressive people. People who don't even try to understand others.

Zodiac signs:

Sun: Taurus Moon: Pisces Rising: Cancer Venus: Pisces

Mbti and enneagram: INFP-T 9w1

Love languages: All of them tbh but primarily Words of affirmation and Physical touch.

I hope that was enough 😩 tysm queen, I hope you have a great day <3

-💗

Alright, an IkePri request! 🥰

Ngl, I was a little tempted to match you with Chevalier. I think you both have some qualities the other would appreciate and admire, and you could make for a very nice “opposites attract” romance. Ultimately though, I just couldn’t do it, since he ticks like over half of the boxes on your dealbreakers list. 💀 No, I’d say the prince for you is…

Leon Dompteur!

You guys are like a prince and princess (or should I say king and queen?) from a storybook. You’re both approachable, caring, and passionate about the things and people you care about. You really highlight and intensify each other’s positive qualities. Leon is more direct and outspoken than you, which helps you out sometimes; he loves your kindness, but he’s not going to let anyone take advantage of it. He thinks your daydreaming is so adorable, and he’s always impressed when you snap out of it with some interesting new idea or insight about the kingdom. Reading all that philosophy pays off, huh?

R is for Romance

Leon is definitely very romantic and...I'm not going to say he's "cliché,” because that's a little mean. 😅 Instead, let's call him a "classic" romantic. I see a lot of sunset horseback rides and moonlit love declarations in your future - but like, it's Leon, so it always comes across as genuine and sincere and sexy, never cheesy. I could also imagine him doing something like learning a piano duet to play together with you. And the movie Ghost obviously doesn't exist in the IkePri universe, but he would totally, totally do that thing with the pottery wheel. You know what I mean. 😏

V is for Value

You are extremely important to him, one of the most important things in his life. I say "one of" only because, like...between you and Rhodolite it's an extremely close tie. He would put your safety and comfort above his own without a moment's hesitation, for sure. Realistically, there are times when his responsibilities might have to take precedence over the relationship, but he always tries (and 95% of the time succeeds) not to make you feel like second best.

X is for XOXO

If you're into words of affirmation, it's hard to find a more perfect match than Leon. He's definitely the type to tell you he loves you first thing in the morning and last thing before you fall asleep in his arms at night. Finds a new thing to complement you about every day. He's a gentleman, but he's also a little cheeky, so I could see him sneaking a kiss and maybe a booty squeeze in public now and then, unless you're really not into that sort of thing. In private, he loooves to cuddle. He usually wants to be the big spoon, but after an especially rough day there's nothing he likes better than resting his head on your chest while you stroke his hair.

Thank you so much for participating in the event, 💗 anon, and I hope you enjoyed your matchup! 😘

[riveranova]

(A/N): Aaand the second part! <3

IkePri's Sleeping positions! x GN! Reader - Part 2

Warnings:

Characters: Chevalier, Luke, Yves, Jin, Licht, Leon, Ikemen Prince

Word Count: 335

Chevalier Michel

Sleeping schedule worse than Jin's haircut

He's a hugger, 100%

No matter if it's a pillow or a poor, little rabbit

Doesn't sleep much, usually a really light sleeper

We know that he doesn't like to wake up early (slay)

So get ready to get squished to death by him

Luke Randolph

Sleeps everywhere, anytime

Sometimes you wonder if they way he's sleeping ever hurt him

Snores. Snores really loud. You'd think there was a construction side in the garden but suprise! it's just Luke

Head back, arms crossed, legs spread

Ffs, he's taking up the ENTIRE bench

Sleeps like a rock but open a jar of honey and he's awake and ready for duty! (eating the honey)

Yves Kloss

I will not elaborate further.

Jin Grandet

Similar to Luke, but less.. messy?

Manspreads like his life depends on it, too

But doesn't sleep around the palace (he does but that's a different thing-)

Takes up the entire bed, face first into the pillows

Honestly, he looks like he just fell into bed and went ''fuck it, this is how I sleep today''

On top of his covers, sometimes uses them when it's cold or he has uhm... 'guests' over

Licht Klein

Sleeps like a sick victorian child

Completely still in the middle of the bed, covers halfway up his chest and hands folded on top of them

Quiet, not a single sound can be heard, not even breathing

Doesn't turn around, ever

Just sleeps like that, still, unmoving

When you sleep in the same bed, you'll have to curve around him

Leon Dompteur

''I don't have any space, Leon.''

''Me neither.''

Camera cuts to the entire bed

You lay at the edge of your side, almost falling off while Leon hugs you from behind, the entire bed behind him is empty

Will not move, no matter what

Steals blankets just to throw them to the ground

Hugs you like a baby koala, so you don't even need those blankets :)

[dotster001]

Leon Dompteur as a Yandere

Summary:Yan! Leon x gn!Reader how Leon's unhealthy tendencies start in your relationship.

CW: Yan! Content, unhealthy mindsets, mention of blood, major character death, takes place after his route, so minor spoilers

A/N: I woke up in the middle of the night with the series idea of writing the boys as their Yan arc, since I haven't seen a lot of Yan content from ikepri... Low key excited for this!

Other Versions: Yves

It's like when you boil a frog. You fill the pot with cold water, then slowly turn the heat up. The frog never notices and then it's over.

Leon is delusional and protective, and it starts so slowly.

He's always been protective, sure. Considering how quick you seem to be to get yourself into trouble, he's definitely worried that if he takes his eyes off of you, you'll crumble into a million pieces.

At the beginning of your relationship, though, it's as simple as a hand on your lower back when he's worried about someone, or his hand on his sword, or sending Yves or Licht with you when you go out without him.

You can write it off as a new king, who grew up with nothing, wanting to take extra precautions for his future spouse.

One day, you sneak out in the morning to find him the perfect birthday gift. You know he's always a little tense on his birthday, considering it's not even his and is a reminder of how little he knows about himself, so you wanted him to have something special.

And you were in your clothes from your peasant days, Rio by your side, so you thought there would be no harm. You and Leon go out as peasants undisturbed all the time.

The ambush is so well planned, you doubt even Leon would have been ready for it. It's alarming how quickly they are able to grab you, finish Rio off, and knock you out before you can scream.

You wake up in a cellar. Every "morning" (you can't be sure since it's so dark, and no one speaks to you) someone comes to you, and wordlessly attempts to feed you porridge. You resist at first, but by day three you're starving, and starting to lose it after processing what happened. Luckily, they never put anything in the food.

You're down there for a week, before you're woken up to the sounds of shouts and clashing metal. You're soon greeted with a bloody Leon and Chevalier, both of whom seem relieved that you are alive (Chev in his own way).

Leon releases a choked sob after he unties you and scoops you into his arms, whispering to you about how scared he was, how he didn't know what he would do with himself if he'd never seen you again, and suddenly you feel a firm hand on your shoulder.

You turn to look at Chev, who is looking at Leon, and you miss the nod Leon gives him.

He cups your cheeks, and whispers to you that Chev is going to escort you home, don't worry about him, he just has to wrap things up here.

You nod dazedly, as Chev places his hands on your shoulders, and walks you out.

You must have fallen asleep in the carriage, because you wake up in Leon's bed, as Sariel bandages your wrists where the ropes cut you, and Leon watches you with a blank look on his face. When he notices you looking at him, he smiles in pure joy, telling you how everything is okay, and you're safe now.

He tells you how the group was an anti monarchy group that was hoping if they took you they could convince him and his brothers to step down, or kill him if he failed to cooperate.You tell him about Rio, and both him and Sariel express their sadness. They agree to throw a private funeral for him.

It's after the funeral, when you are starting to feel secure in yourself enough to move around again, when Leon calls you into his office. He lovingly takes your hands in his, and tell you how he would like to take some extra precautions. Just to be safe. 

You are to be escorted by Chev's men from now on. You're confused. The differences between Leon's men and Chev's men are essentially the differences between the two of them. Leon's men are trained to assess the situation, and proceed in a way that as little are killed and wounded as possible. Chev's men are trained to kill indiscriminately.

It doesn't seem like something Leon would do, so you express your confusion to him. He tells you he doesn't think it will even come up, but it's just in case the worst happens. After all, he can't be sure if that group plans to make a second strike, or if Obsidian will get back at him through you. And until you're married to him, you don't have enough of a title that killing you is treason.

It makes sense, and if it makes him feel better, you'll agree. He doesn't mean any harm by it. He's just as scared as you are. You get it. He's only human after all.

Despite what you knew about them, you didn't expect Chev's men to be so stifling. They stand much closer to you than you would expect, and everything you do is so closely observed. The only time they are lax, is when you are with Leon at the end of the day, and even then they are always right outside the door.

Oh, and that's another new thing. You used to go back and forth between his room and yours. If he was working late, you'd sleep alone in your room. But after the incident, he always wants you in his room. But when he tightly wraps his arms around you in his sleep, and whispers your name, you tell yourself you understand. He's scared. He thought he lost the only thing that has ever been his. Besides, you're engaged anyway. It's certainly alright for you to have one room.

But even if you were to wiggle yourself out of his arms, and get to the door without waking him up, Chev's men are at there waiting. Go back to sleep. It's too early to be up. If there's something you need, one of them can go get it for you.

The walk back to Leon's bed is the walk of shame from your childhood when your parents would yell at you about how it's only three in the morning. And he's always awake by the time you get back. He looks at you concerned, asking if you need anything, and if you're feeling okay, before telling you to just settle back into his arms. He'll protect you.

You decide to ask Chev about the excessive guards. At least maybe he can tell you how soon it will be before they can relax a little bit.

You secure a rare book from your old employer via letter (the guards saw no purpose in you going yourself) and meet up with him in his private library.

He gives you cryptic answers that don't make any sense to you, so you leave more confused than before. But one thing is clear. The guards aren't going anywhere anytime soon.

You don't know when it starts, but soon you are always with Leon. When he's working in his office, you'll either be sitting on his lap or in a chair next to him, depending on if he is meeting with someone. When you're walking from place to place, his hand is always on your lower back. When he's greeting subjects in his throne room, you are sitting in the throne next to him, as though you are already crowned.

Which you are not. For now. Before you know it, wedding plans have been fast tracked, and you're saying "I do." in front of the brothers and Sariel, and Chev's guards. Your family wasn't invited. They were under suspicion for anti-monarchy behavior.

The coronation is somehow even less attended. It's Leon, your guards, and Sariel, signing a document. The word is spread to the people via a proclamation.

Despite always being with him, it feels like you see little of your husband in the early days of your marriage. His mind is always elsewhere as he directs you from place to place. Sometimes his eyes will be with you, but often he's somewhere else, looking through document after document, and muttering a response if you ask him a question.

Despite how the protections on you have been amped up, he still seems to be a good king. Not that you ever go out anymore so that you can ask the people yourself. But you see the documents that cross his desk, and they all look like policies and letters that you expected from him when you chose him to be king. 

And it's looking at those that you realize how suffocated you've become. You're the only thing he thinks needs so heavily guarded. You barely have a private moment to yourself, and when you do it's not long before Leon's there.

You decide to talk to him about it. After all, he is your husband. Surely, you can have a rational conversation. And when you start the conversation, he appears to be listening and nodding along to your concerns.

And once you've said your piece, he sets aside whatever he was working with and gently explains that this is only temporary. There's still so much unknown right now, it would be irresponsible of him to loosen things up yet. But he promises soon things can go back to the way they were. 

The timing is either cruel or hilarious for Yves to run in and excitedly tell Leon they found the man who single handedly funded your kidnapping. You watch Leon's jaw clench and unclench, before he tells your guards, not you, your guards, to escort you to his room.

You and Yves share a confused glance as you are unceremoniously escorted from the office, and you see Leon collecting his things before going somewhere out of your line of sight.

It's the first time since before you were kidnapped that you are without Leon, and the time is spent alone in his room. Not for lack of trying though. You ask to have Sariel, or Yves, or Licht, or anyone come to keep you company, but the guards are even more stoic and silent than usual.

After three days, where you start to think you might be losing your mind, Leon comes in with a look that gives you dread. It's the look of someone who is about to deliver bad news.

He takes your hands in his, and keeps it simple.

"Things are going to have to stay like this for a little while…"

But…you understand. He's just scared. Him being a king means things have to be tighter. The man Yves said they caught was probably a decoy. You understand…..

Right?

[articdelilah]

Hellooo I love the teen mc concept so I'm wondering if you could do it also with Leon's faction? Thank youu

✮ A Little Trouble ✮

Platonic!Ikemen Princes x Teen!Reader

Hi Anon!! Thank you so much for requesting💞 Your wish is my command! Sorry for the wait!! (I know nothing about Leon so I’m sorry if he’s OOC)

Domestic Affairs Faction

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Leon tried to argue with Sariel about his choice. This girl has school and friends and life to live! It would be horrid to put such a hard task on such young shoulders. Sariel of course did not wield with Leon’s request of changing the Belle.

By her side from day 1. He showed how the factions work and what they do, their aim and motives.

After the very hard first day with Leon, they go into town to get ice cream! Or steak. Whichever one Belle is feeling after such a day.

Leon is consistently looking out for her, making sure Chevalier doesn’t say anything too honest or hurtful. If he tries, he’ll be shut down by Leon almost immediately with furrowed brows.

Very protective but not in an overbearing way. Definitely not as subtle as the other Princes. When Belle asks to let her dual with him, he thinks about it but decides against it. He promised her that once she reads all the books Sariel assigned, then he’ll dual her fair and square. Motivation!

Belle liked to observe the man work. She sat with him, asking him questions about the different subjects and affairs that are happening in Rhodolite. She asked about Obsidian but Leon tried to avoid the topic.

Obsidian wasn’t a big threat currently and perhaps it’d be better if Sariel told her? No that would be the worst case scenario.

Leon explains Obsidian’s land, why they want to invade and their current status of threat. Belle said she’d ask Chevalier about it as well, but Leon only made a sour face.

A sudden clang of two silvery swords frightened the birds which were resting in the nearby oak tree; the birds of brown feathers sore into the clear sky as a result. The air wasn’t thick with bloodlust or hatred however instead filled with adrenaline and determination. Belle had begged Leon for them to dual for as long as she could remember, doing everything in her power to get him to agree. Sparks flew in all directions as the two continued their dual, brows creased on the young Belle’s face making Leon smile. He was so proud of her, being able to read all those books in a couple of days sure is an accomplishment. In the midst of thought, Leon was abruptly pulled away from his thoughts as a cool sharp point nudged his neck. His eyes widened as he realised he let his guard down. Despite this he couldn’t help but laugh at the distaste on Belle face “Stop going easy on me! Come on! Fight me for real!”.

“I’m trying”

Jin laughed with Clavis when he met Belle. He simply loved her already!

For the first week of Belle’s stay, he always made sure she had flowers and a few lollipops in her bedroom. Everyone needs snacks right! The flowers were simply never the same colour however. On Monday the roses were red, Tuesday they were pink.

His great hand coming down to ruffle her hair and laugh when she told Jin about her worries. After all, how can you be worried with Jin by your side? If there was anything Jin could help with, you bet he did help.

Is studying alone hard? No worries. Jin is right there to help! Want a break? Jin’ll take her to town for some food!

Belle had been working hard and Jin knew that. He wanted to take some of weight off her shoulders by making her life at the palace a little easier by doing small gestures like bringing her the heavy leather bound books Sariel assigned Belle to read back to her room.

Once Jin came back to find the new Belle alone in the drawing room. He peaked his head in and noticed that she wasn’t reading any heavy leather bound book but rather staring intensely at a fashion magazine for teen nobility.

He knocked on the door to get her attention, asking the girl what she was looking at. Belle watched him next to her as she hesitantly showed him the dress she had been looking at. Her gaze averting to the rug on the floor. Jin agreeing it would look lovely on her.

Lollipops and summer nights on the balcony>>> Late night walks around the town + the palace are very common.

He introduces Belle to his favourite tavern and shows her the nightlife of Rhodolite (without the bad stuff ofc)!

Jin usually brings her to make fun of the drunks with him, dine and chat loudly about anything that really came to mind.

The 1st Prince of Rhodlite leaned on the pastel pink wall of the newest clothing store, waiting for the new Belle to finish getting changing. The whole place was filled with dresses and suits for young nobility, making it the biggest trend in the higher classes. The clothes were imported from Jade and Benodite. Jin had popped a lollipop in his mouth a few moments prior as he hummed a little song under his breath. Belle let out a little squeak in the changing room, making Jin smirk and hurry her out of the rather large stall. Her hand slowly peaked in the corner of the fabric of the curtain, pulling slowly on it to reveal herself in the same dress she was looking at in the magazine. Belle gave the 1st Prince the largest smile and spun and twirled; The dress was light green and white, adorn with lace and pearls. This particular dress was exported from Jade and it reached her knees with a large bow at the back. “Stunning Belle! But not quite finished yet” He wagged a finger and the [H/C] haired girl skipped over. Jin’s hand held a green bow that matched the dress with pearls, his fingers brushing her hair behind her ear before playing the bow in place.

“Thank you Jin! You’re the best!”

Yves was speechless at the news of Belle being a teenager. After all, being Belle is such a big responsibility! Can a teenager really handle it?

Yves takes on the new Belle under his wing, giving her a little [F/C] diary to write her notes in. She cannot forget anything of course.

Is afraid to let her out of his sight for longer than 2 hours.

He was so surprised how Belle treated him, especially that a lot of people were taught young about his bloodline. Belle however was still kind and caring despite everything she had heard in town. Yves asked her about this one day, the girl spoke that “Unless I’ve met the person, I would never claim they are evil just because of the blood that flows through their veins”

Yves has very strict with Belle, but he always made it up to her by baking her cookies or cake. Tea parties are also quite common, BUT ONLY TO TEACH BELLE TABLE MANNERS no other reason

Make overs with Yves are simply a must! Yves teaches Belle how to do her hair in complex hairstyles, the basics of colour meaning and styles of clothes worn on different occasions. Fashion is just as important as politics in the noble world after all!

Eventually Belle asked Yves if he would show her how to bake and Yves couldn’t hold the prideful smile that lit his face, he of course agreed! It was only because it was his duty as Prince however 👀

The palace was cold, silence and darkness submerging every corner it could greedily claim as its own. Despite the harsh snow outside, the kitchen was filled with warm light and cheery laughter of a Prince and a young girl. The fire crackled as the two sat on plush pillows, giggling as they engulfed in quiet chitchat. On the wooden floor lay plates of chewy cookies and sweet colourful macaroons. Belle held a plate with peach pie, struggling to hold it still as she fell into a fit of giggles once more. “That’s not even that funny!” Yves tried to pout but failed miserably as seeing Belle smiling so hard made his heart swell with pride. Sure Clavis’ prank with the cardboard cat was definitely not fun to experience, but maybe perhaps it was worth falling into Clavis’ potholes just to hear Belle’s laughter.

He was distant. Just like Chevie, he found the thing ridiculous and shook his head disapprovingly when told.

With the help of Yves and Sariel however, Belle got a chance to spend more and more time with Licht.

He tried to be rude, but Belle never took it to heart. Perhaps she knew from the start how kind he actually was. Either way, Belle being persistent was both a blessing yet curse.

Soon she became his companion. She was obviously worried about him which gave Licht motivation to be better. He never wanted her to worry about him.

Despite this Licht usually keeps his distance from her, making sure she is safe from afar.

Licht showed Belle how to ride a horse, knowing full well that Belle did something wrong to spend that extra minute with him.

Licht is always willing to sing to Belle after she had a rough day or a nightmare. He’ll stroke her hair and sing that same song his mother did, the Prince’s sweet voice lulling the girl into a sweet dream.

One day, Licht had invited Belle to visit him at the stables. She put on her best outfit before meeting him, but she was taken by surprise when Licht said this isn’t a riding lesson.

Not even the cold breeze of approaching autumn could make Licht’s heart less warm as he observed the girl near him. In her hands a basket filled with all types of flowers: coneflowers, dahlias and cosmos. Yellows, pinks and whites brought life to the brown weaved basket. Licht sat amongst the grass letting the cool air fill his lungs, his horse a couple of metres away grazing at the greenery. Belle plopped down next to him, smiling a smile that was brighter than the sun. “Close your eyes.” Licht smiled softly at the girl. She giggled when she closed her eyes, waiting patiently. Carefully picking the flowers with the longest stems, Licht’s fingers braiding the flowers over each other. He did this for a minute before placing the flower crown on the now impatient Belle who was starting to complain. Her eyes shot open and her hands began to delicately inspect the flowers which adorned her soft hair. Her eyes squinted with cheerfulness. Licht’s silent moment of his own happiness becoming brighter as the girl pounced on the once lonely wolf. The 6th Prince held her close, swearing that he will protect his sister. After all, they say that blood is thicker then water of the womb.

If you like my work, feel free to request!! Thank you for reading and Goodbye my Doves🕊️🌙

[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.

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Currently thinking about having an arranged marriage with Leon 😮‍💨

Leon Dompteur x Princess!Reader

Just imagine you were a princess of one of the boarding nations around Rhodolite, and in order to establish peace (or some other reason) you have an arranged marriage to Leon.

You’re very much the beauty of Jade/Benitoite/Obsidian and very much fawned over. You, my love, are a goddess among royalty.

I can see Leon having a very civilized approach to your marriage. He’ll be nice, give you a respectable amount of distance, and make conversation over tea. Leon would definitely not ignore you. He would always try his best to have his meals with you.

As time goes on, you definitely become closer and actually become good friends, and no longer have that awkward tension between the two of you. The two of you actually start to fall in love with one another, but are scared to act on those feelings.

He becomes worried when the pressure from the court comes about producing heirs. He is definitely nervous about bringing the subject up to you, this man fought in blood stained rose day but is scared to bring up the subject of a child up to his wife! He fights them off for as long as he can.

But it’s one day that your average group of assassins come into the Rhodolite palace. You were minding your own business in the palace, when you come face to face with one of them.

Thankfully your older brother gave you same self defense tips before you left home. You manage to take down your assailant and you come of of it with just a few scratches. When you’re getting inspected by the palace physician, your husband busts into the room, nearly taking the door off its hinges.

Caught up in his emotions, he can’t help but to cup your face and kiss you. Sure, the two of you shared a kiss on your wedding day, and kiss every so often to play the parts of husband and wife, but this one was different. This one was out of love, not necessity.

Soon the physician finishes up examining you, leaving you and your husband alone to discuss your feelings and how to move forward.

Nothing really changes in your daily routine, the only difference is that your love is no longer just for show, it was the real deal.

It doesn’t take too much longer for the Royal court to stop harassing your husband about producing heirs 👀

Sorry if this doesn’t make sense. It’s like 5 am when I’m posting. But this Leon arranged marriage brain rot was too stronk. I will maybe come back to improve/edit once I’m not running off of fumes!

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LEON DOMPTEUR MASTERLIST

fluff: normal, angst: italics, smut: bold

Clumsy Love (oneshot)

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Taking a bath with him. There is a yellow light illuminating the room, a couple of plants around the bathtub and soft music playing in the background as the steam is rising and covers the room. He is seated behind you and you are leaning on his chest as you are sat between his legs. Nothing sexual going on. The two of you talk about your days, and gossip about your coworker who thinks is better than everyone else. It's all very intimate and sweet. He hugs you to him, and and kisses the side of your head.

Rindou, Ran, Draken, Baji, Kuroo, Oikawa, Kita, Suga, Keith, Leon, Sariel, Silvio(?)

Bonus: Chevalier would do that too, but instead of gossiping he would talk to you about historical events he read from his books and analyze the situation from all perspectives