HELLO INK How Are You Doing? I Hope You Are Taking Care!

HELLO INK🥺💖 How are you doing? I hope you are taking care!

I see that requests for ikepri are open👀👌🏻

May I ask for Keith, with a reader/lover who likes making puns about plants? 😌

Good luck on your writing🥺💕

╰┈➤ Aloe you vera much

Character: Keith Howell x reader

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Warnings: Some slight spoilers from his route and the act 2 prologue

Ink's note: If it isn't my favorite Nadi!!! I was so happy when I saw your request in my inbox and I just love this ask because it's so unique haha. I hope I did this justice and that you and the other readers like it even though it's short <3

Keith loved many things about you. Your kind nature, radiant smile, cute laugh, shiny smooth hair-

Okay, he could go on and on about the million things he adored about you. But how could he not? The prince was still in shock that you reciprocated his feelings and even more surprised at the fact that he was in a relationship with such a beautiful and kind person!

The Gods were being very kind to him when they blessed him the chance to meet you that day.

It was that night when he had come to Rhodolite for the meeting. Keith stood outside in the balcony, looking at the stars in the sky. Your footsteps were light as you stood a few feet away from where he was standing.

Idiot, why do you keep staring at her?

He questioned himself, but his eyes were locked on your shining eyes and beautiful smile for a few minutes.

Something like this had never happened to him before and he wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Hey, are you out here to get some fresh air?" He heard the soft voice call out to him.

Keith wasn't sure how to answer.

Were you talking to this failure of a prince? And how were you so friendly despite meeting him for the first time?

You smiled and took a step closer, leaning against the balcony and looked at him. "It gets really stuffy in such places, I know. I am ___, what's your name?"

That small encounter led to you both becoming friends and also made you both endure a lot of hardships. But you stayed with him, you reassured him that he wasn't a failure and that you loved him.

Love...

The day you confessed your feelings to him, was surely the best day of his entire life.

But something that still caught him off-guard was how you made puns and jokes on the spot. This habit of yours always made him laugh.

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"Keith, you make my heart skip a beet. I would never leaf you." He stifled a laugh as he read the note at this desk. He knew you were the one who had done this and such a small thing made flowers blossom in his heart.

The prince neatly folded the piece of paper in his hand and put it in his pocket.

"Really, prince Keith?" Liam asked him, raising a brow.

Keith still had a happy smile on his face. "Don't worry, Liam. You will understand how I feel when you fall in love with someone as wonderful as ___."

Even Liam couldn't help shaking his head slightly at his words. But he still liked this Keith more than the previous one. And it was all because of you, so Liam was very grateful for that.

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"Keith, did you get my note?" You asked him, turning around slightly to face him. Keith had his arms around you as he hugged you, and of course...you were sitting on his lap. But hey, how could you say no when he gave you those eyes?

He smiled, "I read it. And thank you, it made me very happy."

Your lips perked up after hearing his words. Keith softly kissed your cheek.

Oh, how much he loved you.

"Keith?"

"Yes?"

"Aloe you vera much."

Once again, you surprised him with your confession of love and the pun...

Yeah, he loved you more now. And Keith was sure that his feelings for you would only grow. The prince surely didn't want it any other way.

i made his hands too small :)

Hello Violet! I’m new to your blog and i fell for your writing style 💜, Can I request some fluff Leonardo (ikevamp)? Anything you want to write, just make it fluffy. Thank you! 🫐

A/N: Here you go! I hope you like it 💜

Leonardo x reader

This is.....sort of meta 😉

Word Count: 1024

You’re sitting on Leonardo’s bed, letter in hand. Night has come to the mansion, bringing with it a sky full of glittering, winter stars and a sliver of bright moon visible through the window. You can feel the cold radiating from the glass, icy fingers that have you tug Leonardo’s warm caramel-colored sweater closer to your body. Of course, it’s far too big but you love it for the times when he isn’t with you. It feels a bit like wrapping yourself in the ghost of his embrace. Now, by candlelight, you read the request a few times, frowning as you try to come up with a scenario that could fulfill it. It’s actually nothing you haven’t done before but how to make it interesting? Different?

Leonardo strolls in, Lumiere tucked under one arm like a sack of grains. He’s muttering in Italian and Lumiere is glaring in Cat. The moment he is set down, he dashes as fast as his paws will take him toward his man cave somewhere amongst the papers and books and scrolls under Leonardo's desk. “Monello,” Leo mutters before turning his golden eyes to you. Ah, just the thing to put him in a better mood.

“Cara mia, should I tell you what the little brat did?” He readies himself to tell the story of Lumiere and a flock of extremely aggressive geese, already thinking over the various ways he could begin but you are glued to your letter and murmur a faint “Uh huh” in his direction.

Hmmm. An Italian brow raises in suspicion. What are you reading?

He moves closer to you. You are thinking something over; he can tell by the way you’re drumming your fingers against your thigh, mirroring the whirring cogs of your brain. Maybe he can distract you, win your attention with sensuality, he thinks as he slowly removes his jacket, stepping right into your line of sight.

But no matter how slowly the jacket is peeled away from his broad shoulders and muscular arms or how many buttons he opens on his soft white shirt, you do not look up. The situation is dire indeed. He lowers himself behind you on the bed, admitting defeat as he rests his chin on your shoulder, peering at the paper that has you so entranced.

“What is this? It must be riveting if you can ignore the sight of me removing clothing.”

Sighing, you reach back with one hand and ruffle his soft ombre hair, inhaling his familiar scent of smoke and parchment. “You know Stumbler, the literary magazine I sometimes contribute to.” He nods, chin still resting on your shoulder, on the soft wool of his own sweater. One arm winds its way around your waist, holding you against him, his larger body at your back casting a spell of comfort and protection.

“Well they sometimes dole out requests to the contributors and I’ve been given one that wants a sweet, romantic story.”

He grins slowly, sneaky fingers climbing their way over the woven fabric of his sweater, sliding it off of your shoulder. For good measure he also pulls down the wide strap of your nightgown, leaving your shoulder bare. He nuzzles the skin he has just exposed.

It appears he has a new tactic to capture your attention.

“You know how to write those, yeah? You’ve done it many times before.”

His breath tickles your skin, raising goosebumps along your arms.

“Yes but they are asking for a character who I have written a lot of romantic stories for. The question is,” you pause as your brain momentarily forgets what it is trying to communicate. He’s pressing feather-soft kisses along your bare shoulder, moving toward the sensitive slope of your neck. “The question is,” you repeat, your voice dropping as a shiver runs through you, “what can I do that would be new and interesting?”

“Mmmm,” he practically purrs, his arm tightening around your middle, holding you to him as his mouth reaches the line of your neck. “What about…slow dancing?” He nips at your skin and you gasp, aware of how fast your heart has started pounding, how warm you’re beginning to feel.

“Done that,” you murmur, your head tipping to the side, allowing him more access.

“Cuddling in bed,” he says before leaving a trail of languid, heated kisses along the elegant line of your neck, all the way up to your ear.

“Also done.” The words are more breathy air than anything but you’re amazed you even manage that.

The sweater has somehow been removed and curled up on the floor next to the bed. It doesn’t matter really, since you are warm, heat rippling through your veins at an alarming rate. He traces the shell of your ear with his tongue, the hand holding you against him tightening its grasp.

“Maybe, cara mia, you need some inspiration, yeah? Maybe…” he draws out the word as his teeth catch your earlobe. “…I can help.”

There is only so much brain power left in you before pure lust takes over. A shudder rolls through you. He already has you shaking and he hasn’t even kissed you yet.

“Leonardo.” Why does his name sound more like a moan than a word? You grasp at the last remaining strings of logic dangling in your mind. “It’s supposed to be romantic….not….salacious….”

“Well…,” he whispers, his rich voice soft, inviting. One hand slides across your abdomen and then upward to the buttons of your nightgown, the ones that stand no chance against his nimble fingers. “Cara mia…..” His other hand captures your face, turning it so that he can lower his mouth until it hovers just over yours. “Why not…..” His lips brush strokes of fire against yours. “….both?”

He kisses you intently, stopping you from answering as he claims the full attention of your mouth.

Your last coherent thought is: Both? Both is good. Yes, both is very, very good.

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I don't know if your requests are open but I adore your kiss fics! I'm wondering if you could maybe do a kiss fic for Sariel Noir?

A/N: Here you go anon!

Sidenote: Kiss requests are always open. If you aren't sure which ones I have already done, there is a masterlist which you can check out right here

Sariel x Reader

Word Count: 545

You wouldn’t expect such tenderness from a man known as a devil. You might expect a kiss that bruises, that presses a whimper from your throat the way a flower-press crushes petals. You might expect the grip of his hands to be punishing, fingers digging into your softness like a trowel into soft earth. You might expect his goal to be pushing you to your limit, to dance you to the very precipice of what you can take, dip you backwards over the edge as dizziness swims through your body. The devil, after all, is heartless, relentless, and flirts with cruelty.

But you know better.

You know the side of him that, if it is a devil, it is of the fallen angel kind. He looks up from the papers piled on his desk as soon as he hears the door open, violet eyes suddenly luminous, their amethyst color shining like sunshine through a butterfly’s wing behind the lenses of his glasses. You approach him and he rises, the tide in its eternal, loving servitude to the moon. No words are needed between you as he opens his arms and you step into them, closing your eyes as the world tilts and he settles back into his office chair, you pulled along and held close to him. His embrace is as much strength, the bulwark of protection from the world’s dangers as it is the gentle, protective curve of a hawk’s wing over its young. He reaches up to free your flushed cheeks of a few wandering strands of hair, his hands cool against your skin. You smile and his breath is visibly caught in his chest, his expression that of a man who wants to resist the allure of looking at the sun directly….and not being able to help himself. You shift within the circle of his arms and stretch upwards until your lips touch his.

His mouth is immediately responsive, the softness of your kiss mirrored in the answering press of his lips. You do not move, sinking into the feeling of his lips on yours, the gentle hum of electricity passing between you, words of devotion and affection unspoken yet palatable. He shifts, tilting his head and catches your lip between his, holding you there a moment. Both of you are still, locked in a sweet embrace, two people in a timeless echo of all the lovers that have ever come before you. You are endless and undying, the moment between breaths, the space between heartbeats, a single drop of eternity shared between you and him. And then your lips move, the moment breaks, and stillness becomes propulsion. 

Your kisses grow less gentle as lips part, teeth and tongues uncaged. Where there was tenderness and peace, there is now hunger and want. Satisfaction and discontent are two sides of the same blade: each kiss both quenches and amplifies the fire burning low in your bodies. He tastes so good, he feels so good, what more could you want.

The answer is easy: You want more and more and more.

You have one last, coherent thought as his teeth drag red lines down the soft skin of your neck, as your fingers slide under his tunic, searching for skin: There is nothing as satisfying as giving the Devil his due.

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Hello dearest Chaya🥺💖 I've said it many times before, but I'll repeat myself and thank you for letting me live the true magic of ikerev through your characters🥺😭 Their journeys will always be in my heart, even though it's saddening the game will be stopping.

Thank you for making this amazing prompt list🥺💕

I would like to request the lovely Rose with Edgar Bright and the prompts/dialogs:

"Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree"

And

"I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this"

Darling Nadia ❤️ Thank you so much for all your support and love you always shown me. I am truly lucky to have such a sweet friend. I hope you enjoy 💝

By Your Side

Fandom: Ikerev

Pairing: Edgar Bright x Roselina Kingsley (OC)

Type: Fluff

Prompt: "Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree" & "I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this"

WC:1100+

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The sound of hooves approaching the house has Edgar smiling to himself. His eyes glance over to his desk, the letter he received this morning from the King. Knowing who is approaching, he places his paperwork away, his day off officially beginning now that the Princess is back. He stands up as the front door click and opens.

Roselina steps into the house, carrying her bag and toolbelt in one hand. Placing everything in the entryway to put away later, she starts moving into the house.

“Ed, I’m home” the voice that fills the house has been gone far too long. Watching the twins place the voice, Edgar smiles when he sees the twins try to stand up.

“Mama” Jayden tries to move towards the door, but he stumbles forward. Rose appears in the doorway, her tired eyes lighting up when she sees her sons and husband. Jayden manages to make it to the door, clutching her leg as soon as she steps into the room.

“Jay baby, I’ve missed you so much” She whispers, kneeling down to give the almost one-year-old a hug. Her arms reach out to the approaching Kayden and pull him close too. Pressing a kiss on both of their heads she looks up.

“I’m finally home” She murmurs again, shutting her eyes. Arms wrap around her and the twins, pulling her against a warm chest, a familiar heartbeat.

“Welcome home Jelly Bean, we have missed you so much” Edgar murmurs against her head. His arms tighten slightly, shutting his eyes to hold his family closer. The twins are both trying to babble to Rose, pressing kisses to her cheeks, and causing their mother to giggle. Lifting her head up, she kisses Edgar, finally looking around the room.

“Hey Ed?” her voice holds a hint of amusement and Edgar hums in acknowledgment. “Why does the Christmas tree only have lights?” Rose is trying not to laugh at the tree in the corner of the room.

“Because I didn’t want to decorate it without you,” Edgar explains and Rose smiles back at him. Breaking the hug, she picks up Jayden and holds Kayden’s hand as they approach the tree. Boxes under the tree hold the ornaments, but none of them are actually on the tree.

“It didn’t feel like Christmas with you gone. I have the twins' gifts wrapped, but that was about it” Edgar admits.

“You always do things at the last minute.” Opening the ornaments, she picks them up and hands them to Jayden.

“Want to put it on the tree?” she asks, watching as his finger holds the ornament before he attempts to put the ornament on the tree. Edgar picks up Kayden and does the same thing. A competition is born between the two officers, seeing who can place the better ornaments with the twins. Stepping back when the tree is completed, Rose looks up.

“We are forgetting something very important” She places Jayden down to play and leaves the room without another word, leaving a stumped Edgar. She hurries to her chest in the bedroom, searching for a very specific box.

“Here you are,” Rose lets out a relieved sigh, lifting the delicate box to her chest. Carrying the crest of the Kingsley family, she opens the box to check its contents. Her mother's tree topper, a gold star set with rubies and magic crystals.

“I can’t believe they didn’t put you out sooner.” Speaking more to herself, the woman exits the bedroom, cradling her prize to her chest. Moving through the house, she goes back to the living room.

“Found it, and I am never leaving you in charge of the decorations again” she scolds her husband, noticing him sitting at the desk. He lets out a hum, acknowledging her words, but he seems deep in thought. Assessing the tall tree, Rose looks over at the desk next to the tree and a smile creeps on her face. She walks up to her husband and presses a kiss on his temple.

“Hey Ed, I need to use a corner of your desk for a minute” she calmly states before hopping easily onto the desk, catching the Jack’s attention.

“Rose what on earth are you doing?” Edgar raises his eyebrow at his wife and she lets out a giggle, looking down at him with amusement shining in her crystal blue eyes.

"Wel someone forgot to add the most important decoration to the tree, so now I am trying-" her voice fades in concentration as she teaches up on her tippy toes. A peek of gold and magic crystal shimmers in her hand and Edgar holds onto her leg in worry. Leaning out too far, Rose loses her balance, letting out a squeal as she falls off the desk.

“Easy Jellybean, if you wanted some attention you didn’t need to fall into my arms.” Edgar teases, standing up in time to catch his wife. Rose opens one eye, her arms both holding the tree topper against her chest, a barrier of magic protecting it.

“My knight in shining armor” Rose whispers, pressing a kiss to Edgar's lips as she sets her back on her feet.

“Well please be careful, I don’t need to explain to your brother or Kyle how you got hurt trying to decorate a tree.” Edgar sighs and Rose lets out a soft pout.

“I thought I could do it from the desk.” Turning her eyes on Edgar, she watches his face soften. “Ed, can you lift me up so I can put the star on the tree?” Rose asks, and Edgar nods.

“I’ll hold you up so you can reach the tree. Stand on the desk for a minute” Edgar sheds his officer jacket as Rose stands on the desk. Shifting his weight, he lets Rose sit on his shoulders to reach the top of the tree.

“Almost got it” Still too small to reach the top, Rose's eyes shift into glowing magic crystals as s a small tendril of magic wraps around the topper and situates on the tree. She lets out a giggle as she takes a second ornament from her hand and places it on the tree.

“All set Sweetheart?” Edgar asks, his thumb trailing along her leg and she lets out a content hum. Lowering her carefully back to the ground. The setting sun sets off the magic crystals lights around the tree, and it comes to life. Wrapping an arm around Rose, Edgar looks down at his wife who is watching their twins play.

"I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this" He whispers in her ear and Rose turns to him, smiling as she presses a kiss to his lips. Her brain. Reflects on everything they've been through the past year, a warmth flooding her body. The thoughts of the past months are chased away, replaced by the smiles and warmth of being with her family.

“I will always be by your side. We will have so many more little Christmases together."

✦ excerpt from an n s f w wip ✦

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