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[violettduchess]

I would like to request Chevalier and the prompt lullaby!

A/N: Here you are, anon! This is an entry for me and @lorei-writes Sunshine and Starlight Creation Challenge.

Chevalier x Reader

tw: pregnancy, baby

WC: ~1k

Baby mine, don’t you cry / Baby mine, dry your eyes / Rest your head close to my heart / Never to part, baby of mine

The sun sets, running its pink and orange fingertips across the darkening sky. You lean further back in the cushioned rocking chair, resting your hands on the swell of your midsection, deeply content.

Chevalier had noticed how often the fresh air and view of the exquisite palace gardens seemed to soothe you when you felt ill or especially tired or when you just needed a moment away from the chaos of the day. He decided he would make sure to give you a comfortable way to enjoy the outdoor respite from the wide, stone balcony off your bedroom. Without informing you of his plan, he had commissioned an extraordinary rocking chair from a master woodworker, a man whose name was almost legendary throughout Rhodolite for his craftsmanship and attention to detail. In the end, he presented the king with a pale wooden rocker inlaid with soft, green velvet cushions and adorned with delicate carvings of roses and small garden creatures peeking out from behind the delicate petals. The king was pleased.

The rocking motion usually helps calm the restless baby stretching its limbs in its limited space, but tonight, despite the gentle rocking, it still continues its fidgety movements. “Oh, little one, what’s wrong?” With a sigh, you begin singing quietly, a song about treetops and cradles and breaking boughs, while rubbing over the spot on your bump that a tiny foot keeps insistently kicking.

You’re so lost in the moment that only the shifting of the shadows alerts you to the fact that Chevalier is there. He’s been watching you, head tilted as if studying a curious riddle or an interesting passage in a book. “Does singing really help calm the child?” Smiling while still continuing to sing, you reach out for him, taking his hand when he is within reach and placing it on your belly. Sure enough, the movement has slowed, the uneasy thrashing having faded away to a mild shifting of position. He glances from his hand to you, listening to the gentle sound of your singing. It seems he has more preparations to make.

Little one, when you play / Pay no heed what they say / Let your eyes sparkle and shine / Never a tear, baby of mine

He has many music books delivered to join his already impressive collection. Lullabies from Jade, Obsidian, Iolite, Benitoite, and Amber, just to name a few. His elegant fingers drift purposefully over piano keys, learning their melodies, the valleys and peaks of their notes. He can play them all impeccably, without sheet music, within a week. You watch him from the doorway of the sunlit music room, taking in the lines of his broad shoulders, the curve of his hands as they play, the fall of his pale hair across his forehead. As the last notes fade into nothingness, he turns to look at you. “And? Which children’s song do you think our child will favor?” He reads the expression that crosses your face before you can school it into something neutral. His lips turn down in a slight frown. “You’re not pleased.”

Sighing, you make your way over to the piano bench, placing your hands on his shoulders. “It’s not that. I think it’s really wonderful that you’ve learned so many songs for our baby.” He turns to look over his shoulder, blue eyes questioning. “But?” You give his strong shoulders a light squeeze, your baby bump brushing against his back. “It’s too perfect. Too practiced. A lullaby doesn’t have to be so flawless. It should come from the heart.”

Again a small frown. You answer it with a tender smile, cupping his cheek. “Nevermind. Our child is so very lucky to have such a thoughtful father.” You place a kiss right on the line of his cheekbone. “Come, let’s go and see what treasures the new delivery of books has for us.” Chevalier allows his wife to take his hand and pull him from the bench, but your words echo through his mind. 

And suddenly, he knows what he must do.

If they knew all about you / They’d end up loving you, too / All those same people who scold you / What they’d give just for the right to hold you

Three Months Later

You’re in the exhausted, deep sleep of new parenthood. So tired that the natural, internal alarm that usually shakes you awake when your daughter cries doesn’t work. You remain in the dark void of dreamless slumber. Instead, it's Chevalier who pushes back the covers, crossing the darkened bedroom to where she is stirring, mewling like a kitten as she kicks her tiny legs. He reaches down into the white cradle, carefully lifting her out and with a glance at your sleeping form, gently lifts her to him, resting her against his shoulder before walking out onto the balcony and into the warm, summer night. Above, the stars twinkle, bright and diamond-like against an indigo sky. The scent of roses lingers in the air.

“You were fed not an hour ago, child.” He speaks softly as he lowers his long body into the rocking chair, one hand patting her little bottom. “And it seems everything is still dry.” She lets out a sigh, a shudder rolling through her as she wiggles in his arms. Chevalier begins rocking slowly back and forth, running his large hand up and down her small back. “Perhaps a song, hmm?”

Closing his eyes, he breathes in her newborn scent, still surprised by how comforting it is, how the feel of her in his arms fills his heart like an explosion of summer roses. Laying his cheek lightly against her downy hair, he starts singing, his voice low and tender like the warm wind through the branches of a willow tree.

“From your hair down to your toes / You’re not much, goodness knows / But you’re so precious to me / Sweet as can be, baby of mine.”

The words Clavis taught him, the very same lullaby his mother Leticia always sang when putting her golden-eyed son to bed, live on, drifting up into the summer sky to join the cavalcade of stars.

Note: The lullaby is from the movie Dumbo and you can find it here (have tissues ready)

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Sweet delights at dawn 

Sweet delights at dawn 

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Kicho x MC                                                                              

Prompt : Colors of Sunrise

Part of : Sunshine and Starlight hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

Tag: Established Relationship Domestic Fluff

Word Count : 1.353

Author’s Note: Morning hours are golden ... or so everyone though.

What it left unsaid though it's how much tired one is when waking up at dawn, a thing the former yaksha proved himself countless times.

Yet since her lover was by his side he felt to have nothing in him to complain even more given the special treat of her smile shining brighter than the rising sun.

But he didn't mind, enjoying the occasion to spend more time with his precious girl bathing in the warmth of their love. 🥰

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The soft light of the rising sun streamed from the window,  the light blue curtains billowed in the wind carrying into the room the frizzy scent of the early morning, outside the city slowly slid out of their slumber as the suffused noise of chit-chats and carts began to fill the air with their pleasant cacophony of chit-chats.

He stood still in his chair, his gaze listless as he stared at nothing in particular, awakened from his reveries only as she offered him a cup of tea, he reached to take it, wrapping his graceful fingers around the handle before bringing the cup to his nose.

The sweet aroma of rose and bergamot invaded his nostrils, he hoped, in vain, it could help him wake up for real as he sipped it quietly before placing it back on the saucer.

An unusual mess of thoughts scattered in his mind as he looked at her munching happily on a warm biscuit, laughing merrily as she stretched her fingers to offer one to Fuku, she wasted no time to devour it in an instant, only to bump her little head against Mei’s hand, asking for another.

His smile betrayed his fondness as his heart began to race out of control at the endearing scene.

It was in moments like these that it really sank into the heart of the former yaksha  that he finally found a home with her.

A world where he felt to belong, at least, together with the only woman who showed him what true love really was.

One where he deserved to exist and was loved exactly for who he was.

One where he was happy like he never imagined, not even in his wildest dreams.

One where he devoted his entire life to make her happy and love her as much, if not more, than she did to him.

One he had found, most unexpectedly, and had all intention to never ever let go of.

In a turn of events, his mind still half dizzy from sleep, he found himself thinking back to the reason that brought him to greet the sun as soon as it rose from behind the mountains.

He was awakened in the dark of the night for a meeting that lasted until the crack of dawn, something that wasn’t unusual when he was working on his plan, yet the few hours he slept seemed to weigh on him as never before.

The relaxed rhythm of his life with her really weakened him, but he couldn’t find anything to complain nor regret about it.

For as much as he continued to work as a merchant to ensure her a lavish life, she never demanded from him, he couldn’t deny himself the fact that the most generous earnings weren’t the ones derived from business.

The biggest rewards were in fact nothing money could afford.

Her smile, sleeping next to her, waking up to see her gorgeous face first thing in the morning, the ever so sweet professions of affection, be it kisses or long session of love making, pleasant dates spent in town, slow dancing after parties, carefree laugh as they worked together side by side.

These were things he would have traded with nothing in the whole world, more precious to him than anything ever was, treasured in his heart stored in his mind that only deepened his love for her.

He stifled a yawn behind his graceful fingers, trailing them in his hair in an attempt to brush some of the sleepiness off from him, but in vain. 

He leaned his face on his hand, closing his eyes, not reopening it for several seconds, hearing her carefree giggles, a smile curled his lips as he bathed, a bit longer, in that warm, fuzzy sensation of being loved unconditionally.

A soft chuckle erupted from her throat at the endearing sight, she felt so lucky to be the only one able to witness the vulnerable moments of an otherwise composed man, one of the many proofs of the deep trust he had in her, enough to make her heart flutter and swell with warmth.

A strand of hair haphazardly fell in front of his eye but he didn't seem to mind, unable to stay still she reached to brush it away, trailing her fingers on his cheeks smiling at the sight of a green eye cracking open ever so slowly.

“I am awake.”

Words that were soon contradicted by the soft tone of his voice, husky and groggy, while sleepiness still clung to his gorgeous eyes, similar to a cat being woken up from his nap.

“It didn't seem so to me.”

“Uhm.”

He merely hummed, desiring to protest but not finding the strength to.

He seemed to have gone back to sleep but the tender smile still clinging to his lips told her another story, that despite his tiredness he registered their interaction as he was awake for real.

A smile he offered her alone at the sweet sound of her giggles filling the tepid air of his office, warming it more than the sun ever could.

He was about to go to sleep for real when something soft brushed against his lips, a kiss he eagerly reciprocated by cupping the back of her head keeping her close until she pulled back at least.

The look of bliss on her gorgeous features was a sight to behold, one he never got tired of looking at.

A light smirk tugged at the corners of his lips at the light tremble of hers as she approached to melt them together once more, sliding her fingers in his curls eagerly welcoming his tongue entwining with hers.

Gently he pulled away leaning his forehead to hers, gawking in awe at the affection swimming in her bright eyes, trailing his thumb on her rosy cheeks, he did not hesitate to kiss, admiring the tenderness in that smile she offered him and him alone.

“A sweet way to prove if I was awake I commend your good choice. I wouldn’t mind being woken up like this every day.”

“I will do my best to comply, my love.”

The love he felt for her was bottomless, no matter what she did or what she said in a way she always managed to make his heart race as nothing ever did, beating only for her.

Affection spread in him like a warm cascade he wouldn’t have minded bathing in alongside her.

Swiftly he rose from his seat only to take her up in his arms, smiling at the soft caress of her fingers on his cheeks as she gazed at him.

“I hope you are ready to take responsibility for waking me up.”

“I am, only if you do take it for being so handsome.” 

“I think I had to charge an extra to you then, for being so sweet early in the morning.”

 “Bring it on.”

She brushed the tip of her nose with his, admiring his soft smile, lighting up his gorgeous features, gawking in awe at the deep affection flickering in his tourmaline eyes.

“I love you to madness, my princess. You are the only one for me.”

“I love you too, my prince. Only you.”

Time getting wasted wasn’t a habit of his  and so he strode toward their bedroom determined to get some well-deserved sleep together with the woman he loved in his arms.

He really couldn’t picture a sweeter way to begin the day than with showing off their affection to one another, away from prying eyes.

He held her tightly as they cocooned themselves under the covers.

“Get some sleep now if you can, because I will keep you busy until sunset.”

“I can’t wait.”

She nuzzled better in his embrace leaving a gentle kiss on his heart, smiling at the tenderness dripping over his lips as he kissed her forehead, ready to drift off to sleep in their own little world, one they created together with the feeling bonding their heart together, the unique, rare and precious treasure that was love.

[eventinelysplayground]

This is my second entry for @violettduchess and @lorei-writes Sunshine & Starlight challenge. Did I write this rather then finishing my other wip that I really need to...maybe lol. I'd honestly been toying with the very basic idea of this for a very long time but could never think of anything to really do with it then this idea came into my head and I ran with it. I used the sunshine prompt watching clouds and the starlight prompt constellations. Two friends spend time reminiscing and hoping that the other is safe and happy. Pure fluff WC approx 1155.

Across Time

Mitsuki lay outside on a blanket watching the clouds as they floated by on a summer breeze.

“Look Arthur, that one looks like a star.”

“Well spotted luv, that one there looks like a necktie.”

“Oh that one looks like Vic!”

Mitsuki pointed to a grouping of vaguely lump shaped clouds and Arthur laughed.

“I think Vic would disagree with you on that.”

Mitsuki looked over at Arthur and couldn't help but laugh.

“Hey it's the best I could do, blame the clouds.”

They continued laughing and talking about what clouds looked like for some time.

“That one looks like a teddy bear.”

Mitsuki stopped laughing and grew unusually quiet.

“Are you alright luv?”

“Hmmm?”

“You'd gone quiet on me.”

“Sorry.”

Mitsuki turned her head to look at Arthur briefly before turning her attention back to the clouds.

“What you said just made me think of a friend of mine who I hadn't thought about in awhile.”

Mitsuki felt Arthur's fingers glide over her cheek.

“Sorry luv, I didn't mean to upset you.”

Mitsuki shook her head.

“No, it's all right. I'm actually kind of hopeful now.”

Mitsuki sat up and drew her knees up to her chest while Arthur turned onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow.

“We met in school and became fast friends. We used to be inseparable when we were younger and did everything together. Even through high school we were really close. She made me a dress once, it was so pretty and I loved it so much!”

A bright smile lit up Mitsukis face before she furrowed her eyebrows together.

“After school we grew apart, our lives just went in different directions. We still made time to see eachother every so often but…”

Mitsuki's voice trailed off her eyes following the teddy bear shaped cloud.

“But then something happened to her? Something that meant you never saw her again?”

Mitsuki nodded.

“The last time I saw her she showed me a teddy bear she made, Bersace.”

Mitsuki turned to face Arthur and she had a small smile on her face.

“She was going for an interview in two days for her dream job. She made it to the interview but then she went missing. I was worried about her but even after a few months we hadn't heard anything and the police found no traces of her or foul play, it was like she just vanished.”

“Sounds likely that's also what the police would have said about you.”

“Exactly!”

“I suppose it's possible.”

“You don't think it's silly of me?”

“Not one bit.”

Arthur sat up and took Mitsukis hands.

“There's nothing wrong with you wanting your friend to have traveled through a door somewhere, gone back in time or forwards even and found an incredibly handsome man who she's fallen madly in love with. Course he'd never be as dashing or clever as I am but-”

Mitsuki let out a laugh.

“Of course not!"

She squeezed his hands lightly before he leaned in and quickly kissed her.

“Thank you Arthur.”

“Anytime love.”

While Mitsuki and Arthur spent the afternoon gazing at the clouds, a different scene was unfolding across oceans and time itself.

“There you are my little mouse.”

Mai turned her head in the direction of her husband's familiar voice and smiled.

“Welcome back.”

Mai craned her neck upwards as Mitsuhide bent down towards her, their lips meeting in a passionate kiss.

“Were you having difficulty sleeping again?”

Mai nodded as Mitsuhide ran a hand over her extended belly.

“They insisted on exercising instead of sleeping so I came out here to look at the stars and constellations.”

“And did you find anything interesting amongst the stars?”

“Not really, astronomy was never a strong point for me so I've just been making up my own designs with them.”

“How entertaining that sounds, come here my wife”

Mai smiled at Mitsuhide who had sat across from her and opened his arms wide for her. She slowly and carefully shuffled herself across the veranda and leaned against Mitsuhide’s firm chest his arms closing securely around her and enfolding her in his warmth.

“See those stars there, they look like a tree. And those over there look like a dog.”

Mai moved her finger pointing to different groupings of stars and excitedly describing to Mitsuhide what they looked like.

“Oh that one looks like an airplane!”

Mai's expression deflated and she brought her hand to rest on Mitsuhide's arm.

“You're troubled, something about this air-plain disturbs you.”

Mai shook her head.

“No not really, it just made me think of a friend of mine back in the future.”

“Oh?”

“Remember when I first arrived here, and I told you about my dream of making clothes for people?”

“Yes, you were inspired by your friend's happiness at what you made them.”

“Well that friend, she writes a travel blog and she travels all around the world.”

“Using this air-plain?”

“Yes! Not her own of course they're too expensive but…”

Mai trailed off for a moment, becoming lost in her thoughts which Mitsuhide watched as they played across her face. After a while he kissed her softly on her ear.

“I’m certain your friend would not want you to become sad while thinking of her.”

“Probably not, I saw her just before everything happened. We went to lunch and I told her all about my interview and introduced her to Bersace, she told me all about a trip to Paris she had just planned for a few months from then.”

Mai smiled at the memory of lunch with her friend but the concern she felt showed through her eyes.

“There is no need to worry about your friend, she is most likely safe in the future enjoying herself.”

“I hope you're right.”

“And that a worm hole hole did not follow her to Paris.”

Mai laughed as Mitsuhide placed a kiss on her neck.

“Yes that too. If a wormhole did follow her though, I hope she’s happy and that she found someone she loves there.”

“Another warlord perhaps?”

“No. Maybe just a nice regular guy like a florist, or a doctor, or an artist oh, or maybe a wealthy aristocrat or his prim and proper butler!”

“I thought you said you wanted your friend to be happy?”

Mai turned and gave Mitsuhide a quizzical look.

“Those options all sound incredibly boring.”

“Haha, you would think that! Well as long as she doesn't fall for somebody who's super serious or a clean freak, or worse a flirtatious playboy or even worse yet a kitsune who can read her mind and likes to tease her.”

Mai smiled teasingly at Mitsuhide.

“That last one does sound like quite a lot of fun but they are in short supply, so I'm afraid your friend would have to settle for the flirtatious playboy.”

Mai shook her head and began to laugh before Mitsuhide sealed it away with a kiss.

[moonstruck-writing]

Bonfire Night [Luke Randolph x reader]

Title: Bonfire Night Pairing: Luke Randolph x gn!reader | Ikemen Prince Rating: G C/Ws: fluff, established relationship, Modern world AU, Canon Divergent, gender neutral reader, reader is not MC, second person pov, bonfire, summer night Summary: You and Luke go to a bonfire at night in the park Word count: 1.2k A/N: I wanted to write this for la noche de San Juan (Saint John’s Eve, June 24th) <3 it’s a bit late but here is my entry for the Sunshine & Starlight challenge hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes (prompt: bonfire)

Your hand felt warm and secure in Luke’s as he guided you through the crowd. It was hot, but the night air brought a gentle breeze that eased your skin and ignited your anticipation. The grass of the park felt fluffy under your sneakers, and once you reached a less crowded patch, Luke turned back to look at you.

“Do you want something to drink?”

You looked to the stands and nodded, resuming your walk. Once there, you ordered soft drinks and paid separately. You chose to be served in a sturdy plastic cup with messages on the surface. Even if it was slightly more expensive than the regular one-use cup that Luke picked, you wanted to keep that memento.

“Let’s go sit down,” you said as you started walking away from the stand. Luke followed you and when you decided on a place, he gave you his cup to hold onto. He then took off the flannel shirt he had tied to his waist and laid it on the ground for you to sit on it. “Thank you, Luke.” You said as you passed him his drink and sat down, scooting over, so there was enough space for him, too.

He snuggled next to you, the side of his leg and torso rubbing against yours. Then, he touched his cup to yours in a silent toast. You two took a sip and looked around at the lively park. It was truly a sight that only happened on St. John’s Eve.

He leaned his forearms on his bent knees and looked to your side, hiding his mouth on his arm. You noticed he was staring, and looked at him smiling.

There was something about the way the air was gently rustling the loose strands of hair around his face, the ones that no matter what he did, always refused to be tied into the half updo he sometimes did. Or perhaps it was the glimmer in his eyes, despite the darkness of the park at night. The way he silently looked at you, but somehow, words were not necessary as you took in his expression.

You could feel the warmth of his skin against your leg, and a whiff of his scent mixed with his cologne tickled your nose. Your senses were overflowing with him, creating a world for the two of you.

He reached towards you to pull away from your face a strand of hair the breeze was playing with. Before he pulled back, his hand lightly traced the shell of your ear. You placed the cup in front of your lips to hide the smile his kind gesture gave you.

“We could go to that place we love after this,” Luke suggested after taking a mouthful from his cup. “It’s nearby.”

“The one that makes honey eggplant?” You said, remembering Luke’s satisfied face every time you ate that dish.

“Yes, those slices are always so crispy and delicious, it feels like I’m eating a sweet heaven.” His eyes looked dreamy, as if he was already tasting it.

You chuckled lightly. Oh, how Luke loved his honey. That reminded you of something, and after giving him your drink to hold, you rummaged inside your belt pouch.

“Here, for you.” You took your drink from him and gave your other hand to Luke, closed in a fist, to which he responded by placing his open palm under it. What fell to it was a honey lemon candy. His favourites. “I’m not sure if we’ll get to eat the honey eggplant, I have a feeling the places around here will all be packed.”

Luke’s smile went from wide to a pout, to smiling again when he reached for your tummy and pulled you into the space between his legs. You squealed, worried he was going to make you spill your drinks. Once safe in his embrace, you hurriedly gulped down the soft drink. The iciness travelling down your throat seemed to calm the heat on your cheeks.

“Thanks for the candy,” he said, and then bit on the edge of the cup to free his hands to unwrap the sweet. You weren’t ready for the way he looked when you turned back: biting into the plastic, his jaw tensing with the effort, his lips gracing the edge… you took his cup to distract you from that sight that would now be burnt in the back of your mind.

He finally placed the candy on his tongue and smiled at you. Then he squeezed you between his arms and leaned his chin on your shoulder. You turned to peek at him and when he winked at you, you pecked him on the cheek.

At that moment, the crowd roared, and you saw the bonfire being lit. Luke held you tightly against his chest as you watched the flames and smoke dancing through the air. You felt a different type of warmth there, safe between his arms.

“Do you want to throw anything into the fire?” You asked, leaning your arms against his knees.

“Like what?” He whispered into your ear before kissing it.

“Regrets. You know, people write on pieces of paper and throw it to be burned.” You finished the contents of your cup and placed his inside the empty one, freeing one of your hands to trace idle figures on his knee.

“Like when you break up with someone?” He hummed and you nodded against him. “No, there’s nothing I want to make disappear right now. I like my life. This.” He nuzzled his nose against your neck, and you caressed the back of his head.

In this universe, Luke watched the bonfire calmly, even joyfully, as he breathed in your scent. There was nothing that had been taken away from him, and nothing he wanted to bury in ashes. There was only the blaze that you created inside his heart, and the quiet passion he had for life.

He chewed on the honey lemon candy, cracking it. He could see your profile lit by the flames, shadows moving across your skin. Something about the way your eyes were fixed on the bonfire made him think he would never forget this moment.

“Do you have anything to throw into that fire?” He asked back, leaning forward slightly, to take a better look at your expression. You turned to him, light shining in your eyes before the joy you felt broke into a smile.

“No, not anymore.” You breathed in the night air. “Even my past regrets and mistakes are something I cherish now. They led me to you.”

Luke’s attentive eyes and easy smile dissolved into a pout of affection as your words made their way into his heart. He snuggled you ever so closely to him, wanting to imprint into your body all the love he felt for you.

The memory of that night would be peppered with kisses shared in secret, between shadows and flames. Kisses the rest of the world was oblivious to, but that were proof of the incessant fire of your love, a fire that could never be put out, for it burned in the deepest parts of your souls.

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[kaizoku-musume]

Lunar Phase

This was written for the Sunshine & Starlight challenge that @violettduchess and @lorei-writes created. I felt like it was finally time for Aurelia to feature in one of these.

Fandom: Ikepri

Prompt: Full Moon

Word count: 2k

Yves swiped at his eyes, but his tears were long gone. Aurelia had led him to the outdoor sitting area after she found him crying in the kitchen; she went to return to the castle for something, leaving him alone with the moon and his thoughts. He really should be getting to bed-his eyes must already look awful and it was only going to get worse the longer he stayed up. He’d have to apply a warm compress and a good bit of makeup in the morning. But there was something about turning Aurelia down that was terrifying, honestly. 

Oh, speak of the-no, that was mean, and besides, there were others more deserving of the title (despite how similar she was to Nokto). Aurelia was coming back, carrying a tray of tea with her. Yves should get up and help her, but the surreality of the situation kept him seated. Aurelia was wearing a surprisingly modest set of pajamas considering her usual attire (a very cute nightdress that covered her chest and legs and wasn’t sheer at all) and bringing him tea. The situation was weirdly domestic compared to how Aurelia was in the light of day.

So he sat in stunned silence until Aurelia joined him, setting the tray on the table and taking a seat next to him. “I finally have a chance to show off my tea making skills,” she said as she poured them both a cup.

“You made this?” Yves asked. He winced at his rudeness. Obviously, she must have, since none of the servants were awake at this time. It was just that Aurelia had this, well, aura about her. Like she was more fitted for royalty than most of Yves’ own brothers. The idea of her never having to lift a finger to get what she wanted suited her more than anyone else yves had ever met.

Aurelia graciously ignored his faux pas. “Of course, herbal tea is my specialty,” she even handed him his cup. What was going on? Was it just that she was feeling bad for him?

Despite being suspicious, Yves took a cautionary sip. He couldn’t help the surprised, delighted sound he made when the flavour burst across his tongue. It was sweet, with just the right undercurrent of citrus, the two complimenting each other well. The soft floral scent tickled his nose when he lifted the cup to his mouth.

“Chamomile and lemon,” Aurelia informed, the picture of perfect poise as she drank her own tea. “Useful for when you’re trying to get a good night’s rest.” So it was pity. It was the same when she’d manipulated the court into being more accepting of Yves in spite of his half-Obsidian bloodline. He should probably be more upset than he was, shouldn’t he? But he was mentally drained and physically exhausted, and it was so much easier to drink this delicious tea.

“I’d tell you the recipe, but I’m afraid it’s a trade secret,” Aurelia said with a somewhat conspiratorial air, “Though I may be convinced to make a trade. Say, one recipe for another? Of course, I don’t mind if you want to visit me whenever you want a cup. I heard it’s good for your health if you see a pretty face every day.” She winked and Yves sputtered, miraculously not making a mess.

Aurelia didn’t bat an eye and began chatting about inconsequential things, carrying on a largely one-sided conversation that Yves could freely listen to as he slowly came back to himself. It took him longer than he wanted to admit to notice that Aurelia wasn’t mentioning his breakdown from earlier at all. This was, in fact, the most normal discussion Aurelia had with him since they’d met. So of course Yves had to ruin it by blurting out, “Aren’t you going to talk about it?”

Ugh, why did he always put his foot in his mouth? Today was such a disaster, and he was the one who kept making it worse. He fidgeted under her cool gaze, Aurelia seemingly unfazed by the disaster in front of her. “What should I say?” she asked, voice gentler than the words themselves suggested, “Should I pretend I don’t know what caused you to be upset and ask about it? Offer you platitudes like ‘you shouldn’t hate yourself because you’re a good person’ and ‘one day you’ll feel better’?” She tilted her head, her smile knowing but not unkind. “Does any of that ever help?”

Well . . . no, no, not really. If Yves is being honest, while he appreciated the sentiment (and the people who tried to cheer him up), those words had always rang . . . hollow. It was easy to say he should like himself or that things will get better, but Yves had been trying to do that his whole life and hasn’t gotten very far. How much harder does he have to work at it? When did things get better?

Aurelia was watching him like she could read his mind. “I don’t like wasting my breath on pointless words,” she refilled her cup, “Well-meaning words that sound nice but have nothing to back them up are incapable of bringing about change. You can;t like yourself when someone tells you you’re good if you don’t think you’re good enough. People rarely hate themselves because it makes sense to do so.”

There was something there in what Aurelia was saying that Yves almost couldn’t believe, a self-assurance that he would only expect from people in the same situation as him. It was hard to put his finger on it, because Aurelia usually sounded self-assured, but it was different. Just ten minutes ago, Yves would have said that was impossible. But here she was, sitting next to him in regular pajamas, sharing tea she had made herself, and Yves wouldn’t have predicted that either. Maybe this was just him embarrassing himself again, but he felt a little confident in asking, “Do you hate yourself too?”

He worried he got it totally wrong in the few moments of silence before Aurelia confirmed, slow and thoughtful, “That used to be the case, yes. There was a long time where I hated-everything, really. Myself, other people, the world at large. Sometimes I didn’t know who I hated the most.” Yves stared gobsmacked at her confession. Sure, he thought that might be the case, but to hear the truth from her own mouth was unexpected. Aurelia laughed at his expression. “Why ask if you’re going to be so surprised? Is it that hard to believe?”

“Yes,” Yves admitted honestly. He was rewarded with the rare sight of Aurelia’s surprise, there for a second and then gone once she caught it. “You’re so good at standing up for yourself,” he continued, “and you're so . . . mature when you do it. You know exactly what to say to make people do what you want. And you don’t care what they say about you. You would never cry on the kitchen floor because someone was mean to you.” Yves hung his head in shame. So Aurelia used to struggle with hating herself too, but she already learned to overcome it while he was still at the starting line.

“Why do you think what I’m doing is any different from what you’re doing? I just have an unfair advantage,” Aurelia tipped his chin up with her knuckle, “Maybe I’m not the type of person who cries in secret, but do you think I’m completely unfeeling? My emotions happen to run counter to yours, that’s all.”

Yves swallowed, suddenly nervous at their proximity. Aurelia would usually be taking this opportunity to flirt with him, but she was being completely serious, and that was a dynamic Yves didn’t have a defense against. And up close like this, it was hard for Yves to ignore how beautiful Aurelia was, especially with her tan skin lit up by the moon, silver eyes shining like they belonged in the night sky. Someone had to say something before this moment stretched on too long and Yves started to think things he shouldn’t.

“How,” mouth dry, he licked his lips, faltering when Aurelia’s gaze darted to his mouth, “h-how did you start liking yourself?”

“Oh, I wouldn’t go that far. I merely became ambivalent,” Aurelia grinned her same enigmatic grin she usually had, but if Yves squinted, he thought there might be something sad in it, “And I wouldn’t recommend following my example. Not caring may work for me, but it’s not meant for someone like you.”

Yves reflexively opened his mouth to reassure her, but he remembered their earlier discussion. Pretty words with empty meanings; why was it so easy to spout them at someone when they were feeling bad? What were the right words? Yves feared there weren’t any.

Aurelia giggled, amused instead of offended at Yves’ lack of eloquence. “See? Look at you, caring,” she cupped his jaw in her hand, thumb stroking his cheek. “Do you know what I would do in your place? I would get back at them. It wouldn’t be pretty, it wouldn’t be generous, and it wouldn’t be kind. But you? You’ll put your energy into making sure the people of your territory are happy and thriving. You’ll push forward policies that benefit the kingdom. The way you take revenge is by making sure the people who hate you have nothing to hate about Rhodolite. You’re pretty, and you’re generous, and you’re kind, despite everything that’s been thrown at you. What a marvel you are.”

This was bad. Aurelia should sound sarcastic like she usually did, not sincere. Yves didn’t know how to handle this new Aurelia, who was being more honest than she’d ever been with him. It made him want to say honest things back, like how she was all those things too. Something flashed in Aurelia’s eyes, her thumb stilling at the corner of his mouth. Oh no, he said that out loud, didn’t he?

“You’re incredibly tempting, do you know that?” Aurelia ran her thumb along his bottom lip. Something about her tone made it sound different from how she would normally mean it. Or maybe now that he knew she liked him for more than he thought she did, he could hear it better. Overwhelmed, Yves’ breath gusted out of him in a shaky exhale, and he could feel himself lean forward the tiniest bit. Aurelia’s grip tightened for a fraction of a second before she let go, heated expression clouding over to her normal one, a pointedly casual smile plastered on her face. “Be careful not to spill your tea,” she said, all traces of the mood from earlier gone.

The sudden distance left Yves feeling adrift. He panicked slightly when he noticed that his cup was completely tipped over, but luckily-for once-it was already empty. He wasn’t sure if Aurelia meant to be as revealing as she was, but he knew he wanted it back. “Thank you. For the tea and the-the talk,” he cast around for something to say, but he had a feeling Aurelia wouldn’t be vulnerable twice in one day.

As always, Aurelia clued in to what he really meant. “Well, it is the witching hour,” she glanced up at the bright, lonely moon, “Perhaps I was trying to cast a spell on you.”

“If you want that to work, you’re going to have to put more than one spell on me,” the words left Yves before he could think about them. He flushed bright red at how flirty that sounded.

“Will I?” Aurelia murmured, studying him closely, something considering in her gaze before she smirked, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

And despite the way they dissolved into their normal bickering after that, Yves found himself enjoying his time with Aurelia so much that he forgot about getting to bed and taking care of the puffiness around his eyes. In fact, he was looking forward to more moments where Aurelia let her guard down, even if she was more mercurial than the phases of the moon.

[ikeprinces-stuff]

[𝐁𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐥𝐨𝐰]

Male OC x Reader [OC: Vernard Mürrisch(?)]

Starlight Prompt : Full moon 🌕

~ Fluff

Words : 480

I seem to like writing about my OC more ahaha...my bad 😅😅😅

Hosted by : @violettduchess & @lorei-writes

Content warning : none

Under the cloak of night, the full moon bathed the kingdom of roses in a soft, silver glow. Prince Vernard Mürrisch, a man known for his calm and balanced demeanor, stood atop the balcony of the palace, his piercing jade eyes locked onto the celestial body in the sky. His white hair, reminiscent of the fur of a white lynx, gleamed in the moonlight, adding to his aura of mystery and intrigue.

I had been tasked with choosing the next king for our beloved Rhodolite. But little did I know that the decision would be more complex than I had initially thought. For Prince Vernard, the full moon seemed to hold a special significance, something that I couldn't quite put my finger on. "Why do you always watch the moon in full, Verny?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper as to not disturb the silence of the night. The prince turned to me, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It's a personal matter," he replied, his voice smooth and soothing like the gentle waves of the ocean. "Let's just say that the full moon calls out to me, and I am compelled to answer its call." I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease as I looked into his eyes, which seemed to hold a world of secrets. I had heard whispers of his obsession with protecting people, of how he called himself their guardian. But what did the full moon have to do with any of that? "The moon represents change," Vernard said, as if sensing my thoughts. "It's a reminder that even in the darkest of times, there's always light to be found. And as a guardian, I believe it's my duty to be that light for those in need." His words resonated within me, speaking to my guarded heart and reminding me of the importance of hope in the face of adversity. And as I watched the full moon with Prince Vernard by my side, I couldn't help but feel a sense of peace and understanding. For it was in that moment that I realized that being a guardian, a protector, wasn't just about physical strength or power, but about being a beacon of light in a world shrouded in darkness. "Thank you," Vernard said, his voice filled with gratitude and warmth. "For choosing me to be your guardian. I promise to uphold the trust you have placed in me." And with that, we turned our gaze back to the moon, as it disappeared behind the clouds, leaving us with nothing but the starlight to guide us on our journey. But even in the darkness, we knew that we were not alone. For the full moon had left its mark on us, a reminder that change was always possible, and that light would always triumph over darkness.

[fang-and-feather]

New Dawn - Keith x Maeve (keithsandwich's OC)

Written, a day late, for Maeve's birthday, with the prompt Colors of Sunrise from the Sunshine & Starlight event, hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

I spent most day revising this, and I'm still not completely confident on my first time writing someone else's OC, but I was inspired to and I think it's a good experience. I just hope I didn't mess it up too much.

Words: 718

IkePri Masterlist / General Masterlist / Read on AO3

When Maeve woke up, it was still dark, and Keith was nowhere to be seen. She got dressed and went looking for him.

The place felt empty, and was almost silent, except for the sounds and sweet scent coming from the kitchen. She was sure he was trying to make something for her birthday, but why this early?

Knowing where her boyfriend was, she chose to let him work and went outside to investigate the sound of running water.

She wasn’t expecting a trip for her birthday this time, but she was grateful for it. They would have more time together that way. But she was more surprised that Keith had taken her to a place in Indicolite, close to the border with Jade.

Maeve had never been to this side of Indicolite before, except on passing, and since they arrived at night, she hadn’t had time to explore the place.

Although it was still dark, there were lamps lit in the garden, so she walked out.

The water sound came from the river that ran by the side of the house to the edge of a cliff and down into the forest below.

She walked closer to the wall at the border of the cliff, looking at the valley. There was a small village built in the clearings closer to the river, somewhat visible under a few lamps, and the forest extended beyond that, for as long as she could see in all directions.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, and she looked back, smiling at her boyfriend.

“The sun will be up in a moment.” He kissed her tenderly. “Do you remember the last time we did this?”

“How could I not? It was a sweet surprise.”

“I thought we could have a proper chance to watch the sunrise since we are here.”

“Is this why you brought me all the way here?”

“It was Princess Carina who suggested this place. She thought we would like some privacy today.”

“Is she why this place seems so empty? There don’t seem to be guards or servants here.”

“There are some guards close by, but I don’t think we’ll even see them unless something happens. The closest people we have of us otherwise live down in the village.”

“So we have a house all to ourselves today?”

“I thought you would like that.”

“I do.” Maeve kissed him.

She snuggled up to him, and he pulled her closer, a hand lightly rubbing over her belly.

“Especially since it will be the last chance we’ll have of a day alone like this. Next year, everything will be different.”

Maeve held his hand, intertwining their fingers.

“It will be like a new down for us, too. And our lives will gradually change colors, like the sky right now.”

Colors that washed over the world, bringing light and a sense of peace and contentment.

Light that made visible lots of the trees were different species than the ones she was used to seeing, including some that were covered in colorful flowers. Light that woke up the birds, who sang in greeting of the new dawn.

“So poetic.” Keith muttered, tightening his hold on her hand. “I’m glad we get to watch the sunrise with you. Both this, and the one to come into our lives.” He kissed the top of her head. “But you are the sun that brings light and color to my life.”

Maeve finally pulled away enough to turn around and kiss him.

“Who is being poetic now?” She asked shyly.

“How can I not?” Keith took her hands in his and stepped back to look her over. “Bathed in the light and colors of the sunrise like this, you look like a dream. An ethereal being sent to save me.” He stepped closer again. “Happy birthday, my sun. Thank you for all the light you brought into my life and everything yet to come.” An arm wrapped around her waist to draw her in for a kiss, deeper than any they’d shared until then.

Maeve looped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer.

They would be each other’s sunlight, the source of peace and happiness, and all the colors of each other’s lives.

“Thank you for being my light, too. Both of you. I love you.”

Tag List: @queengiuliettafirstlady, @nightghoul381, @eventinelysplayground, @bicayaya, @keithsandwich, @2-lines-and-a-circle

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[dododrawsstuff]

"A tale of two gods, two lovers that are responsible for creating stars and constellations" a God/ Celestial AU I thought about

My entry for @violettduchess and @lorei-writes Sunshine & Starlight event. With the prompt "constellations" took a bit of creative liberties here, hope it's okay

I'll post the nude version on my server, I was happy with the anatomy, so I decided to do both lol

OC taglist: @olivermorningstar @keithsandwich @bicayaya @scummy-writes @aquagirl1978 @sh0jun @mxrmaid-poet @violettduchess @floydsteeth @lorei-writes @ikeprinces-stuff @flimflam707 @errethebunny @natimiles @judejazza (let me know if you want to be added or removed)

[violettduchess]

Welcome to the Sunshine and Starlight Content Creation Masterlist ☀🌙

A huge thank you from @lorei-writes and myself for all the wonderful entries! These challenges only succeed if people create for them and it's gratifying as a host and even more as a fan to see how many creations were entered!

Ikemen Prince

Beneath the Silver Glow - @ikeprinces-stuff (Male OC x Reader)

Colors of Sunrise - @violettduchess (OC Leyla x Silvio)

Overheard [Transcribed] -@lorei-writes (OC Viva x Leon)

Symphony of the Sky -@ikeprinces-stuff (OC x Leon)

Luloj, luloj...-@lorei-writes (OC Esther x Chevalier)

New Dawn -@fang-and-feather (OC Maeve x Keith)

Surprise Confessions -@inkys-garden (Male OC x Reader)

String of a Long-Forgotten Melody -@ikeprinces-stuff (OC Romarin x Leon)

Lunar Phase -@kaizoku-musume (OC Aurelia x Yves)

Lullaby -@violettduchess (Chevalier x Reader)

A Taste of Bittersweet Memories -@venulus (OC Lorenzo x Leon)

Bonfire Night -@moonstruck-writing (Luke x Reader)

At Midnight -@lorei-writes (OC Esther x Chevalier)

Constellations -@dododrawsstuff (OC Melinda x Chevalier)

Festival at Night -@violettduchess (Headcanons: Cyran, Matthias, Clavis and Chevalier)

Ikemen Sengoku

Ambitious Plans - @queengiuliettafirstlady (OC Juliet x Nobunaga)

Festival Memories -@eventinelysplayground (Yukimora x MC)

Sweet Kisses of Love -@queengiuliettafirstlady (OC Juliet x Kenyo)

Magical Charms Under the Moon -@queengiuliettafirstlady (OC Juliet x Kicho)

Sweet Delights at Dawn -@queengiuliettafirstlady (Kicho x MC)

The Goddess of Dragon and Demon (NSFW) -@afi-writes (Nobunaga x Reader x Masamune)

Glow of the Moon -@otomefoxystar (Ieyasu x Reader)

Ikemen Vampire

Constellations - @violettduchess (Arthur x Reader)

Across Time -@eventinelysplayground (Arthur x MC)

Late Night Tryst -@violettduchess (Faust x Reader)

A Dance of Colors -@eventinelysplayground (Faust x MC)

[violettduchess]

And teach me how To name the bigger light, and how the less, That burn by day and night --William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Summer is almost here and with it, the endless possibilities of summer-themed creations. This Creation Challenge, hosted by myself and @lorei-writes focuses on the Sunshine of summer days and the Starlight of summer nights.

Fandoms: The Ikemen fandom (Sen, Rev, Vamp, Pri, Vil)

Duration: June 9th through July 21st, with the Masterlist dropping on the 22nd.

Submissions: Fanfic, fanart, mood boards, wallpapers, collages, edits, OC x canon works, and all other creative inputs are welcome. Please, tag any NSFW entries appropriately. We reserve the right not to include unlabeled works on the Masterlist.

Other specifics: There may be other creation events within the fandom and it is fine for entries to not be event-exclusive (meaning they can be entries for other events at the same time!)

Prompt List below!

Sunshine Prompts 🌞

Watching Clouds Crickets Hazy Mountains Golden Hour Colors of Sunrise Stained Glass

☀🌙 Midnight Sun ☀🌙

Starlight Prompts ⭐

Constellations Lullaby Bonfire Late Night Trysts Festival After Dark Full Moon

Please tag your work with #sunshineandstarlightcc and don’t forget to tag us (@violettduchess and @lorei-writes) as well so that we can easily see your creations.

Light and Love,

Violett ⭐ and Lorei 🌞

[violettduchess]

Perhaps I could request Silvio x Leyla + Colours of Sunrise? >:)

A/N: Here you go @lorei-writes! Thank you for your support of Leyla from the beginning!

This fic is a continuation of the Leyla x Silvio part of these OC Kiss Headcanons (I'll repost their part below)

An entry for my and Lorei's Sunshine and Starlight CC

WC: 2.6k

From the Headcanons:

The overcast sky matches the expression on Silvio’s face. He watches as the last of the crates are loaded onto Siren’s Call. Leyla’s ship. The one getting ready to leave the royal Benitoite port. “That’s the last one, Captain.” First Mate Kai clamps a large, reassuring hand on Leyla’s shoulder and she nods at him. He inclines his head towards Silvio, a begrudging sign of respect, before heading onto the gangway. The silence between Silvio and Leyla hangs as heavy as the gray clouds above. “I don’t get why you gotta go. You know I could–” Leyla cuts him off with a sharp shake of her head, her gold hoop earrings swaying with the movement. “I won’t be a kept woman. You know that.” She sighs heavily, brushing aside several wayward strands of hair that the wind has plucked free of her dark braid. Silvio’s fingers ache at the sight. He curls his hands into fists, fighting the burning need to touch her. “Besides,” she continues, “It’s not that long. Just a few months.” Her words are hollow with forced optimism. Silvio looks down at his boots, jaw clenched. “Fuck.” His voice is ragged. “Captain!” Kai’s deep baritone calls from the ship. “The tide!” “I know!” she barks back, her own voice scraped raw with emotion. Trying to ignore the vice squeezing her heart, she turns to Silvio. He lifts his head and in his eyes she sees all the words his mouth can’t form, all the storm clouds churning in his heart. At the same time they stumble towards each other. The kiss is messy and desperate, tinted with anger and sharp with longing. It’s Leyla who pulls away first, afraid she won’t be able to take a step towards her ship if she holds him a moment longer. “Good-bye.” He doesn’t answer. He can’t. He only watches as distance shrinks her figure, taking her away from him, with her kiss still lingering on his aching lips.

Colors of Sunrise: Red

Silvio leans on the ship’s railing, closing his eyes, the ones that match the color of the sea he is sailing swiftly across. The wind whips at his pale hair, makes a musical tinkling of his gold jewelry. It’s too dangerous, they had said. The storms around Ammolite are swallowing ships left and right. But Silvio had scoured Benitoite from end to end until he found a captain whose fear could be bought by enough gold coins. And so despite the danger, he is making his way ever closer. Even now as the sun begins its slow descent, it feels as if the ship is flying across the ocean…and still it doesn’t feel fast enough.

He is not a patient man. His ringed fingers grip the wood hard enough that his knuckles blanche. His muscles are tensed, energy coiled within him like a champagne cork that may pop at any moment. He breathes in deeply, the smell of salt water powerful and comforting. Every second that passes is another step closer, every gust of wind into the billowing white sails above presses the ship forward on its journey. Closer to seeing her again. 

She may not appreciate his rash decision. Their last real conversation, before the heart wrenching good-bye at the royal docks, was held under a sky streaked with the first rays of dawn, on the balcony off his royal bedroom. Gripping the balcony much like he is now, she had told him that she would write him when she was finished with her business on the tropical island of Ammolite. When he had demanded to know how long it would take, she had dropped her gaze, a pained expression on her face. “I don’t know. Months, probably.”

Not wanting to hear another word, he had pulled her into his arms and silenced her with his mouth, dragged her willingly back to his bed and kept her there, desperate to fill every last possible minute with the sound of her voice, the feel of her skin.

And then she had gone, leaving him pacing the palace like a wild dog, frenzied with longing, mad with missing her. Weeks went by without word, and those weeks grew into agonizing months until one day, the answer hit him, plain as day.

She may be tied to a single place for a while. But he wasn’t.

He would make sure he wasn’t.

And that revelation has lead him to this moment in time, right now, to the railing of a ship known for its reckless crew, greedy captain and record-breaking speed, rushing across the turbulent sea to find her.

Leyla tries hard to concentrate as the guild leader drones on, his monotone voice lulling her brain into stagnancy and she finds herself desperately wanting to close her eyes and sleep. She shifts in the wooden chair, wondering how the others are still awake. Kai’s eyes are heavy-lidded and one of the shipwrights has literally slumped down in his chair, chin touching his chest. If only her ship hadn’t been so damaged. Siren’s Call had gotten them to Ammolite but just barely. A wild storm had raked its claws across her hull, sunk its teeth into her sails and damaged her so badly that weeks of repair were needed. And that particular storm had only heralded the beginning of the stormy season. Leyla had hoped to leave the tropical island before the season really began in earnest but it seems fate had had different plans. 

“And unless there is any other further business–” Thank fuck, he’s finally done.

Leyla leaps up from her seat. “Nope, that all sounded great. The guild is doing a fantastic job. Nothing more to discuss today. See ya.” She yanks Kai by his massive arm, jerking him awake and pulls him out of the meeting room, through the double doors of the government building and into the fading light of evening.

“My God, he loves the sound of his own voice.”

The main street market is slowly winding down. Vendors are closing their stands, bundling up their wares. In the distance, the local pub’s doors swing open as it welcomes its first visitors. 

Her First Mate glances at the sky as they sidestep a man carrying a large basket of oranges on his head.

“He blathers on but his guild is doing a good job with the ship.”

They pause as they reach the beginning of the docks. Siren’s Call has been repaired enough to be in the water. The shipwrights have left for the day but Leyla’s keen eye spots where they have finished their work on the hull and what is still left to do on the mizzen mast.

Kai nods his bald head towards The Gray Gull which sits cozily at the edge of the docks. “You comin’ for a pint?” 

Leyla sighs. “Not tonight.” Her voice sounds soft and blue, a sad wind trailing its fingers listlessly across the water. Kai places a large hand on her shoulder, comfortingly.

“We’ll be able to leave soon, Captain.” 

“I know. I just….” She shifts her weight from one booted foot to the other. “I just really want to get back to–” She stops herself, clearing her throat. “Back to business as usual.”

Kai smiles knowingly, dark brown eyes amused. “Is that what we’re callin’ him now? Business?”

She shoots him a Look, pale blue eyes narrowed ever so slightly. “Oh shut it, you big sea slug.”

His baritone laugh barrels out of him like the deep clang of a gong. “Aye Aye, Captain.” He pats her shoulder once more before taking his leave.

His absence makes her aware of the ache in her chest, the one that she has been fighting ever since she left Benitoite all those months ago. It's a dim throbbing that hammers its way into her dreams, filling them with Silvio. Nightly, she sees his blue eyes and silvery hair. His slow, arrogant grin and sharp cheekbones that flush shockingly fast. His long fingers, bedecked in gold, and surprisingly coarse palms. 

People rush past her as another ship in the distance comes into view, heading for the harbor. It's likely looking for permission to dock. The commotion of readying a spot for the ship is enough to pull her out of her gloom.

Again she glances at her ship at the western end of the dock. She’ll sleep in her cabin tonight. Maybe being surrounded by the things that comfort her will help keep the sharp sting of her longing at bay.

Colors of Sunrise: Orange 

Silvio leaves the captain gleefully clutching his bags of coin, more coin than he has ever seen at once, his long legs taking him down the gangplank and onto the docks. Her ship is there, at the far end. Just the sight of it sends his heart thundering. He notices several shipwrights, wrapping their tools up carefully, tying down their workstations for the night. So her ship was damaged…..

He frowns, noticing the still damaged mizzen mast. Is she ok?

Turning, he hurries as fast as he can without running, towards the small town center. The markets are slowly closing down as sunset’s prologue begins, a darkening sky, a cooler wind. He ducks past a man carrying an enormous empty basket on his head and catches the scent of oranges before heading straight for the local boarding house.

Inside, he finds a woman with dark curls wrapped up in a colorful orange turban behind the desk. She welcomes him with a warm smile, her observant eyes immediately noticing his rich clothing, his fine jewelry. 

"Welcome, traveler. May I offer you-"

“I ain’t lookin’ for a room. I’m lookin’ for a woman.”

The proprietor raises her thick browns. “This isn’t that kind of establishment, Sir. You need to head to the other end of town for that kind of pleasure.”

“No…no that’s not…” Leyla is so close, he can feel it in his blood, the way it’s rushing through him like untamed rapids. He just has to find her. “The captain. Of the ship at the end of the docks. A woman with black hair and eyes kinda like the sky."

She shakes her head. “No, Sir. She hasn’t been in tonight. You could try The Gray Gull. I believe she often takes a drink with her crew in the evening.”

The woman’s face breaks into a warm smile, fondness glowing in her round cheeks. “Captain Quinn?”

Just her name has him leaning forward, gripping the edge of the counter, nodding eagerly as his gold earring sways in the warm lamplight.  “Where can I find her? She here?”

Silvio reaches into his vest pocket and pulls out another small bag of coins, dropping it with a thud onto the counter.

“Thanks for the help.”

He leaves the boarding house and its wide-eyed proprietor behind, determination pushing him along the dusty street, towards the tavern.

The sun is stretching its artistic muscles, streaking the darkening sky with bold reds and glowing oranges. It paints the underside of the clouds pink and outlines them in shimmering apricot. The cool wind tugs on the strands of her black hair playfully, as if enjoying the fact that she has released it from the prison of her tight braid. The armor of her daily clothing, the stiff jacket and leather pants, has been replaced by the soft, white linen of her nightgown, the luxurious midnight blue velvet and silver of her robe. Absently she runs her fingers over the sleeve, remembering when Silvio presented it to her, nearly throwing it at her in his hurry to be done with the embarrassingly sweet gesture of giving her a present, for no reason other than she once commented how cold it could get in her cabin at night. The deep blue reminds her of the Benitoite sea in the earliest hours of the morning, mysterious and beautiful, dark and inviting. 

She misses him. Her fingers curl into the velvet and her eyes close. She misses him so much and it hurts. Now, alone on her wounded ship, underneath a sky exploding with color, she allows the feeling to wash over her, giving the beast full reign of her thoughts. It tramples across the tender plains of her heart, its bellowing echoing in her mind. Not a day has gone by that she hasn’t thought of him, hasn’t tried to remember the feel of his kiss, the smell of his cologne, the strength of his arms as they pull her close. She even misses his snark, the flustered fluttering of his eyelashes, the hollow sound of his bark that contains no bite, not for her.

A hard lump forms in the back of her throat, a burning tangle of her yearning and regret and desire. Almost angrily she knuckles at her eyes, wiping away tears that have yet to fall.

All this fuss….just because she hasn’t seen him in a few months. 

Inside her chains rattle as she readies herself to capture the beast of her longing and conquer it, to hide it away in the shadows of her heart as she usually does. There’s no use in allowing it to continue its rampage. 

What good are tears? They won’t bring Silvio here.

Sighing, she squares her shoulders and turns from the ship’s railing.

Colors of Sunrise: Yellow

The tavern doors are flung open with a bang. Silvio barges in, scanning the room, his heart clamoring with impatience. It’s smokey inside and lit only by greasy orange oil lamps. Could she be–

“She’s on the ship.” A deep voice from behind has the prince jerking away and spinning around like a marionette in the hands of a startled puppeteer. Immediately he recognizes Kai. The large man raises a heavy tankard of ale to his lips and jerks his head towards the doors. His gold hoop earring glints in the warm light. “Go on then, yer Highness. Get outta here.”

The fact that the First Mate isn’t the least surprised to see him doesn’t even register until much later.

Silvio nods once and hurries out of the tavern, practically running as he heads towards the docks. The heels of his boots thud with every frenzied step across the wooden boards, battling with the sound of the waves as he rushes towards Siren’s Call. 

He’s close enough now to see a figure standing at her railings and his breath catches in his lungs.

She turns, and in that moment, the thought of watching her turn away, of watching her leave him, yet again, sends panic through his veins, like lightning cleaving his heart in half with its merciless heat.

Her name is torn from his throat, lobbed in despair towards her even as his legs bring him closer. 

“LEYLA!”

She freezes at the sound of her name as it cuts through the air, striking her heart like a flaming arrow. 

Could it be….

“Leyla!!”

Again her name.

And she knows that voice.

Spinning back around she sees him rushing towards the ship, his blue cloak with its Dalmatian trim fluttering behind him like a wild phantom. 

In an instant she is flying towards the gangplank, bare feet barely touching the ground. Down the incline she soars, her heart hammering a riotous concert in her chest. 

She’s on the dock now, tearing towards him as he bolts towards her, two hurricanes in motion. 

And then they crash into one another, a tangle of arms and lips and grasping hands. 

He’s here, her heart sings, he’s really here. 

She pushes her fingers into the pale radiance of his hair, curls them into its soft strands. He holds her in arms, crushes her against him like a vice as he kisses her over and over and over and over, a drowning man finally given air. She meets him, stroke for stroke, gasping as she drinks her fill, as the cool taste of his mouth soothes the scorched earth of his absence. 

Above them the sky is golden, the sun’s final masterpiece before it sinks to its rest.

Colors of Sunrise: Pink

“The sun’s coming up.”

Her voice is rough, hoarse with the evidence of last night’s pleasures. Behind her, Silvio buries his face into the dark waves of her hair, tightening his embrace. He never wants to get up, never wants to leave the comfort of her bed, the cocoon of her ship’s cabin. He never ever wants to let her go. His only vocal reply is a grunt which somehow makes Leyla laugh.

She shifts, maneuvering herself around within the circle of his arms. His eyes are closed but she knows he is awake. Leaning forward, she presses a chaste kiss to his chin, a cool raindrop of a kiss in comparison to last night’s storm.

“C’mon, sea pup, let’s go look at the sunrise. I feel like stretching my legs a bit.”

The Prince of Benitoite scowls as she wiggles away from his embrace. He jerks his head to move his hair out of his face as he pushes himself up in the bed. He leans back on his palms, watching with a mix of admiration, lust and regret as she finds her discarded nightgown on the carpet and pulls it over her bare body.

“I thought I stretched ‘em enough last night.”

She laughs, loudly and brightly, no false modesty here. Tying her velvet robe tightly around her middle, she leans down, catching his chin in her fingers and kisses him hard, murmuring, “That you did and maybe, if you come along without anymore growling, you’ll get a chance to do it again.”

He needs no more encouragement.

Now, they stand together at the ship’s railing, arms wrapped around each other’s waists as they watch the sun’s yellow rays caress the morning sky into blushing prettily in soft pinks and corals. 

Leyla sighs, leaning into Silvio’s body, reveling in the feel of him.

“I know I said it before but I still can’t believe you’re here." She shakes her head, watching the undulation of the water. "Fucking hell, Silvio, it was such a damn risky thing to do.”

His hand at her waist clenches.

“I knew I’d make it. Besides, missing you was takin’ up all the room in my head. I had to come before it drove me nuts.”

She grins slowly. “I guess I missed you too.”

His eyes flash as he looks down at her. “Whaddya mean...you guess?!”

She shrugs nonchalantly, enjoying the way indignation and annoyance are waging war with his desire to keep holding her. “I mean...you know.... if I think about it….you may have crossed my mind. Like, once or twice.”

"Why you......" Without warning, he scoops her up into his arms. “You’re in so much trouble, sea witch.” He marches back in the direction of her cabin, her delighted laughter ringing through the air, a compliment to the bright colors of a tropical sunrise.

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[violettduchess]

Hello! I saw prompts were open, and figured I'd shoot my shot, and if you don't get to it it's fine! I don't suppose you could do the prompt "late night trysts" with Ikevamp Faust? It can be fluff or spicy, up to you! Thank you so much :)

A/N: I haven't written Faust in a long time but I saw this and immediately knew what I wanted to do. Here you go @almond-lebkuchen 💜 Vielen Dank für die Anfrage!

Faust x Reader

Prompt: Late Night Trysts, an entry for my and @lorei-writes Sunshine and Starlight CC; I went with spicy for this one.

WC: 750

It’s not a night anyone should be out. The blackened clouds tremble as they hurl piercing drops of cold water down onto the earth, battering the streets and buildings. Thunder throttles the sky, shaking loose more rain than the town has seen in a decade. It sluices between the cobblestones and clings to rattled windowpanes. Lightning angrily cracks its blinding whip across the heavens as trees bend to the will of the furious winds. Your dark cloak billows around you, fluttering angrily against the storm as it wraps itself around your legs. A hard yank sets you free as you continue hurrying across the wet stones and up the wide, slippery steps of the church. After all, you agreed to meet him, come hell or high water.

Tonight both are here.

The inside of the church is mercifully dry and quiet, a sanctuary from the muffled howling of the summer storm outside. The gray stone walls and dark wooden pews are bathed in the pale light of hundreds of small candles, placed at various spots around the inside. Shadows flicker, stretching and shrinking with the dancing of the tiny flames. They crawl along the pews and glide down the aisles. You push back your hood and then with chilled fingers, slowly remove your rain-sodden cloak. Your eyes need a moment to adjust to the dim light and your body stills as you appreciate the warmth that is slowly combating the cold on your skin. Your cloak drips as you step cautiously away from the doorway and step further into the building, leaving a dark trail of drops in your wake.

“Johann?”

How small your voice seems in comparison to the orchestra of sound raging outside.

When he steps out of the shadows, you can’t help but gasp. He’s like an apparition come alive, a shadow that has willed itself into flesh and blood. His green eyes burn even now, brighter than the small army of flickering golden flames. Wordlessly, he reaches out, taking your heavy cloak and fastidiously hangs it across one of the pews. You watch his hands as they spread out the damp material, the long fingers as they smooth out every crease. Something hot ignites inside you at the memory of those fingertips trailing ribbons of heat across your bare body.

As if he is able to read your sinful thoughts, he looks up and smiles slowly. “Liebling,” he murmurs in a voice smooth as honeyed wine, “You must forgive me. Had I known the weather would be this…..vicious, I would not have asked you to meet me.” 

There is no looking away from the gravity of his gaze, the celestial pull of those poison-green eyes. Your heart beats a wild rhythm in your chest, aching with longing, drumming with anticipation. 

“I would brave any weather, Johann, if it meant I could see you–”

Those words thunder in his ears and send an instant blitz of hunger through his veins. You’re still talking even as he moves towards you, his priestly robes swaying with the motion. He draws you to him, finally, finally, and swallows your words, drinking them down like the sweetest ambrosia. His kiss is crushing, his mouth demanding. You welcome it, sliding your arms around his neck as you yield to him, your body curving into his, softening to his demands. You never expected to fall for this man, this complicated being with his brilliant mind and ravenous appetite. 

Yet here you are, locked in his arms, trapped, stumbling your way across the aisle to one of the pews, your hand pushing through the dark sky of his hair. He sits, pulling you onto his lap, your skirt hiked up around your thighs. 

His hands are possessed, roaming impatiently over every bit of exposed skin. 

His hands are possessive, fingers digging into your flesh like a predator subduing its prey.

You revel in the power of his grip, the devotion of his tongue as it meets yours again and again. Outside, the night swells with the apex of the storm, the dark summer sky flashing pure white.

Inside the stone church, Faust growls your name....

....as you tug at his robes. 

....as he pushes you onto the pew, skirt shoved out of the way, and sinks to his knees before you. 

....as his sharp fangs bite into the soft skin of your thigh and his strong hands hold you in place.

....as the storm within suddenly howls, louder and more ferocious than anything happening outside.

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[violettduchess]

Can I request ikevamp Arthur with the prompt constellations and be Spicy.

A/N: Here you are, @otomefoxystar 💜 I hope you enjoy it!

This is a submission for my and @lorei-writes Sunshine and Starlight CC ☀⭐

Arthur x Reader, suggestive content

WC: ~900

The moon spills its silvery light through the open window, granting everything in Arthur’s room an argent sheen. A cool night breeze accompanies it, whispering across the bare skin of your back. It brushes its fingers along your spine, caresses your curves and tickles the backs of your legs. Even the soles of your feet feel its chilly touch. It is, however, a welcome change from the tidal wave of heat that Arthur had unleashed upon your body not long ago. You sigh, your cheek resting against the cradle of your arms as you remember him coaxing the ever-burning embers of your desire into towering flames with his skilled fingers, his talented mouth. You burned to ash, a comet exploding across as star-strewn night sky, and now you are enjoying the sated rest of a body slowly coming back, like stardust recompiling itself into human form.

Arthur pushes himself away from the pillows he’s been reclining against, his dark blue gaze drinking in the sight of you there, on your stomach, breathing contentedly. He leans towards you, laying a familiar hand on the back of your thigh. You lift your head and glance over your shoulder at him.

“As beautiful as Cassiopeia,” he murmurs affectionately, his palm warm against your skin. You can’t help the face you make as you dimly remember a musty university lecture hall and an ancient professor droning on about Greek mythology.

“Isn’t she extremely vain and ends up causing the downfall of her kingdom?” You shift a bit, propping yourself up on your forearms and recalling more of the myth as the hazy memory slowly comes into focus. “Poseidon put her in the stars and she spends half the year upside down as punishment.”

Arthur laughs, the sound soft and admiring. “Who knew my darling was so versed in the classics?” He moves closer, sitting up beside you, his hand sliding possessively up your reclining figure, up across the curve of your hip, his fingers brushing along the line of your waist until they come to rest on the plane of your back. Using one finger, he begins tracing a line between your shoulder blades. The touch is feather-light, yet heated, a phoenix feather grazing your skin. 

“Thanks to Isaac, I know quite a bit about the scientific side of Cassiopeia. She, as a constellation, is famous for her W-shape, formed by her five brightest stars.” He draws the shape slowly and your breath comes out in a light gasp, caught in a spider’s web of desire and anticipation. “Right next to her is the more famous Big Dipper.” His finger slides down a short distance, tracing the familiar shape of its four-starred bowl and then the three-starred handle. Your back is now rising and falling more quickly with each breath, your head having fallen forward, forehead pressed against your forearms, as you lose yourself in the feel of his touch. “And right next to them is Andromeda.” He glides his hand further down your body to the sensitive small of your back. You squirm, wanting a firmer touch, but he presses you down onto the bed with his free hand, keeping you still.

“Arthur….” It’s almost a whimper, almost a plea.

His hand doesn’t budge, holding you at his mercy even as his index finger resumes its journey, tracing the shape of Andromeda’s starlit form. A shudder rolls through your as he leans down, pressing a kiss right next to where his finger has stopped. “Can you tell me, my sweet scholar, who Andromeda is?” That voice is honey, pouring itself over you. “If you manage that, you’ve earned a reward.”

You long to turn, to roll your body around so you’re facing him, so you can reach for him and pull him roughly to you, desperate to quench the thirst that is burning its way through your veins. But he knows, oh does he know, what he is doing to you, and he is still gently but firmly holding you in place. He slides his palm across your lower back and your thoughts spark into tiny bursts of light, disappearing into the void of want that has clouded your mind, making it difficult to remember anything at all. 

“Andromeda,” you manage, the word sticking to your dry throat, “was Cassiopeia’s daughter.” He trails a teasing line along the outside of your thigh, ignoring the places you most need him. Gritting your teeth, you force yourself to concentrate. “She was offered as a sacrifice by her mother to a sea monster, but was saved by Perseus. They got married and had lots of children and damn it, Arthur, if you don’t touch me properly, I swear–”

He laughs, the sound husky and full of promise. “Alright, alright.” You’re released and quicker than a star’s wink in the night you’ve turned around, rising to throw your arms around his neck and kiss him fiercely, the full force of the desire he’s built up inside you now unleashed, bright as Sirius, more powerful than the pull of gravity. Arthur’s eyes are a universe all of their own, blazing with love and longing. Gently he pushes you back down against the soft mattress, his long, bare body covering your own. “Lay back, love, and let me reward you.” He slowly begins trailing a chain of kisses down your neck, your collarbone. “You’ve more than earned it.”

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[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Magical charms under the moon

Magical charms under the moon

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Kicho x OC (Juliet)                                                                   

Prompt : Festival After Dark

Part of : Sunshine and Starlight hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

Tag: Platonic Love Festival Dancing

Word Count : 1.261

Author’s Note: A festival turn into so much more, love spurt under the stars as destiny meddle with two people seemingly at odds but more similar than what they thought, bringing them closer into a relationship created to change the world and themselves in unpredictable way, powerful and weird like the emotion binding them together. 🤩

Side Note: All the images were found on Pinterest-Google and I was unable to find the source, please if any of you know the owner tell me and I will provide to give the artist the credit for the image.

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Thank you for everyone who will like, reblog, or comment please be gentle with me english is not my first language so please do not leave rude comments I apologise for eventual errors I hope you will like it😊

He was a yaksha. She was a yōsei.

They should never have met.

But they did.

That meeting was only the beginning of something that was destined to change them.

Moonless curls cascaded over her shoulder, scattered in the wind adorning a gorgeous visage, big and round tourmaline eyes, a canvas of emotions, glimmering just like the gem itself as the light flickered and swam in them sheltering under the feeble shadow of her long and graceful eyelashes, her lips a rose bud curled in gentle, albeit shy, half-confident, ever kind, smiles.

She alone shone bright in the night like a star with her fair complexion and her emerald kimono, that hugged luscious feminine curves he was unused to, moving so gracefully as she walked with a touch of innocent sensuality that it was hard to tame and impossible to resist, bewitching him to get closer and get burn in her light.

Like a moth was drawn to a flame even though it hurt its wings, he was drawn to her irresistibly because he didn't know any other way to live.

A mad desire burned in him to know more about that mermaid, that enchantress that put a spell on him bewitching his every sense against any rationality.

In what maybe everyone else would have seen the bud of love he saw his ruin, and yet this too was not enough to pull him away from her.

Her quick wits and curious nature luring him in to discover more of her, to ask, to seek, to understand that entrancing mystery she was to him, forbidden desires kept him awake until late at night, picturing all that could have been between them.

He was defenseless caught in strange ideas in a daze between dreams and reality, until Morphoeus coaxed him to sleep dreaming of her in vivid real dreams he woke up from sweating, shook to the core with an inexplicable yearn to make them real, to have her in his house as she was in his heart.

The only thing preventing him from pursuing his dreams was the fact that his plan, inevitably, would have upset her.

But this too was not enough to pull him away from her, unconsciously scanning the crowd looking for her like a man gone mad with love.

And maybe he was.

Little did he care about that, even though his business partner couldn’t say the same, but nothing ever stopped his determination.

Or so he thought.

Deep down he knew that if she had said so much of a word against his plan he would have tried to listen, that's how much of a fool love made of him.

In the end he was no better than his sister, damning himself for love.

His past self would have mocked such a thing, but he was no longer the man he was before meeting her and he surely couldn’t go back to being.

Their meeting was a chance.

Their love destiny.

It happened on a visit to a nearby village, way too close to Azuchi for his liking, but business was like that and he had no intention to let anything stop that trip from going on smoothly.

But he hadn’t taken her into account.

It was sunset, the meeting had just ended and he really couldn’t wait to go home at once but the roads were stuck for a festival.

He frowned in annoyance, deeming better to walk by foot than to wait for who knows how long to cross the city on horseback thus he gave up on the idea of borrowing one, grateful for the fact his loyal white mane stayed at the inn while he reached the merchant’s house by rickshaw.

It was then he saw her, standing like the sun at the center of everything.

“It must be a festival, what a bother they are holding it today of all days.”

His companion rebuffed annoyed but he couldn’t hear him bewitched as he was from that sight.

Beautiful like the moon, and as much as unreachable, was her dancing with a man with rosy hair, who judging by his expression, was coaxed in the dance by her.

And in the moment she smiled he knew exactly why.

There was no doubt any man would have fallen on his knees giving up all for her if she smiled, he knew because he felt the same way, fact soon proved as he looked around seeing women and men alike enraptured by her.

A yōsei casting her good grace and kindness like a rain of cherry blossom petals in spring, her laugh tingling like the rain caressing the trees’ leaves during a warm summer storm.

As long as she allowed him, he would have bathed in her light.

The moment their eyes met he felt destiny had been set in motion and there would have been no going back.

Shining like the star she was, she beckoned him to come closer, an invitation to share, be it for a fleeting moment, the warmth of what could have been.

Of what could still be if he was brave enough to pursue it.

A spell he could not resist, and a part of him did not want to.

He took her hand in his, letting her smile seep into him, allowing himself, for that night alone, to be happy, not caring nor thinking about anything but that moment.

He let her guide him in a frenetic dance, enraptured by the carefree happiness of the festival, switching position at every turn giving him a better view of each facet of her.

The music gets louder in time with his heartbeats as they spin around faster, in a frenzy of motion that leaves no space to think, to breath, to see, anything but her.

To think a yaksha would have been enchanted by a yōsei was laughable in itself but he didn’t care if this was what happiness felt like that so be it.

He would have done everything he could have to stay with her, and even though he knew it was forbidden and maybe wrong, all that mattered to him was getting to know her better, doing his best to protect her all the same.

A contradiction he would have done his best to resolve.

In an instant their gazes met and held, tourmaline meeting chartreuse glimmering with the same warm light of the lanterns and something dangerously akin to curiosity that set his heart ablaze.

Their lips were close, Oh so close it could have been sinful.

And in a way it was.

Ever gallant he pulled back bowing to her as she did the same, reluctant to step back from the sun, he bought himself time taking her hand in his only to leave a gentlemanly kiss on its back, revelling, for a minute longer, in the adorable rosy blush that spread on her fairy cheeks, already reddened from the dance so much to resemble a strawberry, one he wouldn’t have minded kissing to savour its sweetness.

“I hope we will meet again.”

“Me too.”

Her voice sweet as a persimmon and as much as refreshing to his heart, accompanied him all the way back to their inn.

Upon their return to Sakai her memory was all but vanished from his mind, more determined than ever he went to work to find more about that peculiar westerner girl that awakened his every sense as nothing ever did, a strange sensation, but not unwanted, spread in his heart as he greeted the morning with a smile.

[queengiuliettafirstlady]

Sweet kisses of Love

Sweet kisses of Love

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Pairing: Kennyo x OC (Juliet)  

Prompt : Crickets

Part of : Sunshine and Starlight hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes

Tag: Established relationship Gift giving Kisses Romantic Fluff  

Word Count : 1.375

Author’s Note: A pleasant date turn into so much more with a wonderful gift so sweet to make her heart melt, made with love conveyed through kisses with only the crickets and the stars as audience of their passionate affection. 🥰

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It was a frizzy summer afternoon, lazy as only a warm day can be one I am enjoying to the fullest listening to the soft music of crickets hidden in the bushes painted in warm hues by the fading light of the setting sun, admiring the way the lanterns were being lit up one by Ranmaru, before he retreats to his house not far from our little cottage.

He was my first true friend and also the one that let me meet my lover.

I gaze mindlessly at the garden, thinking about him that managed against all odds to win my heart and bring me back home to his side.

He was the only one crazy enough to deal with a weirdo like me but if that was love then so be it.

I sigh softly, caressing the golden band on my left ring finger, memories of all kinds resurface in my mind like on a silver screen, making me smile as I vow to myself to do my best to show him how much he made me happy like I do my best to make him.

The stars begin to sparkle in the dark blue velvet blanket of the sky, a smile curl my lips as I caught his form walking on the stoned path that from our cottage led to a quiet clearing in the forest, where he meditate before dinner.

There is a bashful smile on his usually stern lips, unusually so, it reminds me of when we started dating.

He was so shy and inexperienced like me and still we made it work together, me and him against the world fighting the odds like two weirdos against the stream.

Something curiosu glimmer in his eyes, shy and unsure, it seem like he was hiding something from me and yet I don’t know what. too curious to back down I am about to ask … when suddenly before my eyes it appears a bouquet.

It was colourful and messy … like him, but offered with such a sweet smile it was enough to warm my heart at his kind gesture.

“Would you like to go on a tryst with me ?”

Typically he limited himself to asking if I wanted to, but that gift warmed my heart.

Kicho must have told him it was a custom in westerner countries to bring a gift to someone’s lover when asking out on a date.

The idea that he went out of his way to learn and adopt a custom from my homeland made my heart swell with affection. 

His silver eyes crinkled with affection lock on mine, waiting with bated breath for an answer, paying no mind to how uncomfortable his kneeled position must be, his question more a plea he was asking humbly to grace him with my presence during his walk, I read it in his softened features so bright and hopeful as he smiles at me waiting like a knight for my answer, making me feel like a Queen, he never fails to remind me, I am to him.

“I would very much like to, thank you.”

I took the bouquet, admiring the light mishap way the red ribbon tied them all together, when my gaze fell suddenly on something.

I saw his eyes glimmering with happiness as he sat on the patio next to me holding the bouquet carefully against his chest to let me take the treasure hidden among the leaves.

There wrapped in an embroidered piece of red fabric, which I recognize coming from one of my haori, was a plush … or better two plush, a cat and a ferret sewn side by side, dressed in clothes to a closer glance that look like ours.

I try, to no avail, to hide tears pricking at my eyes, to anyone else that gift wouldn’t be much.

But to me, it is.

His love stark in each seam and details, I carefully caress with my fingers admiring my treasure, no doubting he had sewn that himself in that little free time he had, time he never fails to reserve for me alone, like the many nights and meal he spent with me only to make me happy, at the cost of being late to his work and even skipping it all together.

It warmed my heart in a way it was hard to describe, words flew by as futile devices while I gaze at him, clutching the two peluches to my chest. I lean over to him, brushing my lips on his cheek, revelling in the light blush on his cheeks matching my own as I smile back at him gazing straight in his silver eyes, filled with affection as he wraps one arm around my waist keeping me close.

“Thank you for the gift. I love it.”

“I am so very happy you do my little. I really hoped that was the case.”

“How can I do anything but ? You sewed that yourself for me that alone made it the most priceless treasure in the whole world to me.”

I wrap my arm around his torso, keeping the other carefully cradled on his chest along the peluches.

“I made it thinking of you, of us.”

“I guessed it by the dresses, I can say it’s the best gift you could have ever given me.”

“I am honoured you think so, my love.”

And if his gift wasn’t enough to fill my heart with love his words make up the rest for me, I hid my face in his chest hiding my blush from him, but before I could conceal it further he cupped my face, stroking the apple of my cheek with his rough thumb.

“Don’t hide away from me my gorgeous Goddess please allow me to bathe in your grace.”

I got lost in the love swimming in his gaze, crinkled with affection as he looks down at me, his nose brushing my own so close our lips could have touched if he wanted to, a hint to what I wish I give him closing my eyes, smiling at the sensation of his warm breath fanning over my sensitive lips before he finally melts them together.

I kiss him back eagerly to feel him come undone for me, and me alone as I do for him, moaning as he slips his tongue past my lips only to chase my own, entwining together, suppressing his own light groans as I slide my fingers in his messy curls.

A soft sigh escape my lips as he pulls back leaning his forehead to mine, holding me close as we regain our breath, thinking nothing of the fact anyone may have seen us, and not only the crickets that continue carelessly to play their song in the bushes, but also his disciples whose distaste for public display of affection, let alone unfriendliness toward me, threatened to tear us apart … thing he fought with teeth and claw to change managing to sway their opinion toward me.

Yet the idea of having an audience isn’t a deterrent to our effusion, quite the contrary judging by the way he kisses me again, conveying his love in the gentle movements of his lips that trail to pepper little kisses all over my shoulder, nibbing softly on the soft skin of my neck before raising once more to brush an achingly tender kiss on my forehead.

“I love you so very much Juliet, you are my only one.”

“I love you too Kennyo, only you.”

I would have liked to say we went on that walk, and maybe we did, all I could remember though it’s the long, sweet session of love making that followed it, with only the stars as audience, showing our affection to one another freely as we never felt like before.

Sure there will be gossip and rumour among his disciples and even among the westerner merchant, but we didn’t mind if this is the price for loving one another then so be it.

I smile to myself, nuzzling better in his embrace, ready to drift off to sleep on the warm and comforting embrace of my lovely, sometimes gruff, ever kind, sweet as honey, soft ferret, smiling as I feel his gentle lips kissing my forehead as he tightened his arms around me, blissfully engulfed in the smouldering warmth of our love.

[eventinelysplayground]

This is my first entry for @violettduchess & @lorei-writes Sunshine and Starlight creation challenge. It is also my fic for Yukimura's birthday (who is also the closest to my birthday) . I used the prompt festival after dark but it is a tiny bit of a stretch. I do intend to write the story within this story since it was my original idea but I'm not in the mood to write smut right now so I wrote this instead. Mai reminisces about some memorable festivals from her youth. Purely fluff, hinted at spice. WC approx 935.

Festival Memories

“Well how do I look?”

The teenage girl gave a small twirl, the sleeves of her yukata dancing around her as two women smiled at her and a man worked quietly at a desk.

“You look beautiful Hikari.”

“Thank you Mother.”

“Come here my dear, let me check it one last time.”

“Grandma, it's fine, truly.”

“Yes well, my eyesight is not exactly what it used to be so I want to make sure.”

The young girl walked over to her grandmother and stood patiently as she smoothed out a section and checked the seams.

“I'm so excited for tonight I can't wait!”

“Is Munetoki meeting you at the festival or here?”

“I….”

The young girl trailed off clearly nervous to answer and quickly glanced at the man at the desk.

“Never mind your father child, if he has anything less than complimentary to say I'll put him in his place.”

The man momentarily looked up at this and sighed.

“You do know I'm the head of the clan now right?”

“And? I'm still your Mother!”

“I don't think you're going to win this fight Yuzuki.”

Yuzuki looked at the other woman who smiled fondly at him. Yuzuki sighed but he said nothing more and turned his attention back to his work.

“Go on, answer your Grandmother.”

“Yes Mother. He’s meeting me at the castle gates and then we're going to the festival together. I told him he could just meet me at the festival but he insisted.”

“Well he's certainly brave…”

“He's very much like his grandfather, Masamune was always charging straight into things.”

“I'm sure you'll have a wonderful time Hikari.”

Hikari's mother gave her daughter a huge smile as she reached out and grabbed her hand.

“Festivals are such a wonderful time. You know my first kiss with your Grandfather was after a festival.”

“Really!?”

“Your Grandfather had attracted quite a lot of attention that night, in fact I was quite annoyed with him for a bit at that but it all got sorted out.”

Hikari’s eyes widened in interest as she listened to her grandmother's story.

“After saying prayers we almost got separated in a large crowd but Yukimura took my hand and led me to a grove of sacred trees. When he kissed me it made me catch my breath.”

At his writing table Yuzuki let out a disgusted groan making his wife let out a faint laugh.

“That must have been a very memorable festival for you Mother.”

“Yes it was Mahiro.”

Mai let out a soft sigh as her daughter in law smiled tenderly at her.

“I remember when the kiss ended Yukimura pulled me to him, he told me he didn't want to let me go that night. I didn't want him to either but-”

Mai was interrupted by another groan coming from Yuzuki. Mai turned to look at her son for a moment before a devilish smile lit up her face.

“It wasn't the most memorable festival Yukimura and I attended though.”

“What was your most memorable festival Grandmother?”

“Well Hikari, that would have to be one where your grandfather and I couldn't wait to get back to the castle so we found a secluded spot and made love under the stars.”

There was a sudden clattering sound as Yuzuki dropped his ink brush.

“Aww geez Mom!”

“What? We're both certain that was the night you were conceived, you know.”

Yuzuki and Hikari both blushed furiously.

“I don't want to hear this.”

“I do!”

“So do I!”

Seeing himself clearly outvoted, despite his daughters blush, Yuzuki got to his feet with a sigh. He walked over to his wife planting a kiss to her cheek then walked over to his mother. When he leaned in to kiss her cheek as well he whispered in her ear.

“Please don't give Hikari any ideas, Mother.”

Mai feigned shock.

“I would never.”

“Uh huh.”

As Yuzuki left the room he could hear his mother beginning to tell her story. He walked along the hallway until he came to the garden where he saw his Father and Sauske sitting at a goban. Yuzuki went and sat between the two men studying the board.

“You look familiar, do I know you?”

Sauske and Yuzuki exchanged a glance.

“Yes you do. My name's Yuzuki, I'm your eldest son.”

Yukimura gave a satisfied nod and turned his attention back to the goban.

“Finished work early Yuzuki?”

“No, I was run out of the room. I'll finish it later.”

“What happened?”

“Hikari was showing off her yukata and it got Mom talking about festivals.”

Sauskes face was as expressionless as ever except for a raised eyebrow.

“How did Mai talking about festivals run you out of your room?”

Yuzuki leaned back on his hands and sighed.

“Well first she talked about how their first kiss was at a festival under some trees. Then she started talking about another festival that well…”

Sauske still looked confused and Yuzuki rolled his eyes.

“It went beyond kissing that time, apparently resulting in me.”

“Oh….”

Realization finally dawned on Sauske and his eyes widened.

“Ya so I got out of there before I heard any more.”

Yukimura finally made a move and Sauske turned his attention back towards the board.

“It was such a vibrant red, that shifted into orange.”

Yuzuki and Sauske turned their attention to Yukimura.

“What was vibrant red?”

“Mai’s yukata. She made it herself, you know. She looked so beautiful in it.”

Yuzuki smiled at his father's words.

“She looked more beautiful with it under her though, the way her skin flushed-”

Yuzuki let out a loud sigh that cut his father off as he flopped backwards onto the veranda.

“I give up!”