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Hi! I think you're the first writer I ever saw writing for ikepri! Sweet! So, if you don't mind me asking, can I get a Cheva fluff? Anything fluff cause I'm a sucker for fluff uwu! Have a good day, and thank you sm! Keep safe🌹!

Hello there!Thank you for requesting!My favourite from ikepri is Chevalier, so i was very happy while i was writing it!The request wasn’t very specific, so i wrote something small that came to mind, haha! Thank you for your sweet words! (Also, i think that i am the second person writing for ikepri, because @hakuoyuki has a few with Nokto. The fics are amazing!).I hope you enjoy~

Game: Ikemen Prince

Type: Fanfic

Character: Chevalier Michel

Warnings: Fluff, (bad English), spoiler-ish?.

“𝓦𝓪𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓤𝓹”Chevalier Michel x (gender neutral) Reader

It’s been a year since Chevalier was selected as the King.A year full of surprises, for you at least.

Not only were you living in the castle, but you also became Chevalier’s lover.

And now, it was your “official job”, as Clavis called it, to wake up your boyfriend.Not an easy task.

You sighed as you stood outside the door.

‘Please, wake up fast.’You prayed to yourself.

You knocked at first, but you knew no one was coming to open, so you did it.

The first thing that came into view was the tall library, the your eyes spotted a huge lump covered by a fluffy blanket on the bed.

You stepped closer and put your hands on his waist to shake him.

The blonde King opened his icy blue eyes and he roughly grabbed your wrist.He pulled you on the soft covers, quickly throwing himself at you.His head was resting on your lap, while his arms were wrapped around your middle.

You weren’t amused at all by his actions, as he always did that.

“Cheval-”He glared at you.

“Don’t speak, or i’ll kill you.”He sleepily said, which made you laugh.

Chevalier fell asleep again.You let your fingers play with his soft hair, until you felt your eyelids closing.

‘No, you shouldn’t doze off!’Your mind “screamed” at you.

You pinched your skin to help ypu stay awake.

“Cheva, please.You have to get up.”The sleepy man rose up.

“You won’t shut up, will you?”His frown transformed to a smirk.He leaned close to your ear and you shivered.

“And what do you plan to do?”You questioned bravely.

Your boyfriend kissed your lips softly.A little awkardly but you felt your cheeks flushing.

He pulled away and he left you panting.

“Now, stay still.”You did as you were told.Chevalier laid again and pulled you towards his chest.A few more kisses painted your shoulders.

“Cheva, we’ll be late for breakfast.You know how the others get...”

“We’ll eat later.Now sleep.”You both cuddled and slept peacefully for the rest of the morning.

THE END~

AN:Thank you very much for reading!I really hope you liked it!My requests are open for everyone!Stay safe and healthy!

NadiaSilver~

Hello bby hope you're doing well!! I saw that your requests are open and that you write for ikepri??? Wow thank you for the content!

Might I request something about clavis and his new priest card...I don't have any preferences, so it's all up to how you feel it but this card is the end of me..have a lovely day and take care, thank you for ur hard work darling<33

(also pls don't apologise for your "bad" english, you're so cool for writing in a language that is not your mother's!! Pls don't feel bad and be confident because your writing is amazing heheh)

Hello there! Thank you for your kind words, I really appreciate them! I love writing for ikepri. The game needs more love, haha! Clavis sure is something in that card like, damn! Also, thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy~

(This fic will be sfw and I'll put a continuation, where it'll turn to NSFW. I'll put a warning for those that don't want to read the smutty part and want to read the sfw!)

Game: Ikemen Prince

Type: Fanfiction 

Characters: Clavis Lelouch, Sariel Noir, Chevalier Michel, other characters are mentioned. 

Warnings: Fluff, teasing, sfw, NSFW, smut, unprotected, very small priest kink? Not really, it's just a Clavis thing, haha. I want to say about my English, but this ask gave me confidence (thank you very much). 

"𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮" Clavis Lelouch x (fem.) reader

It's been a while since you were invited in Sariel's office. Today, you had to meet him again, in order to discuss the Halloween party in the palace. 

"Do you understand what you have to do now?" Sariel asked. His hands were tucked under his chin, while he was watching you. 

You nodded, letting him know that you were fine with the jobs assigned to you. 

"Great, you are dismissed." Sariel smiled, happy that he had someone else do these things. 

As you were leaving, you noticed something was off. You looked behind you and found Prince Clavis in all his glory... and a pot full of salt in his hands. 

"Clavis, what exactly are you going to do with that?" You asked worriedly. You weren't worried for him, but for the poor human that had to keep up with his prank. 

"Oh? Are you interested? Hahahahaha, then come and see!" He smirked and dragged you inside Sariel's office. 

The black haired man frowned at the two of you. 

"Prince Clavis and (Y/N). What do you need?" He asked, making Clavis grin. 

"Nothing nothing, I just wanted to show (Y/N) how to keep demons away." He said and made a straight line of salt in front of Sariel. Clavis turned to you and spoke. 

"See? It's very easy!" After that he took you and run out as fast as he could. The bareucrat was ready to throw the pot on his head, if he stayed any longer. 

"Hahahaha, I love the face he makes!" He was still laughing and you were panting. 

"Prince Clavis, you shouldn't make him too angry." Clavis acted like he didn't hear your warning and shrugged. 

"Anyways... (Y/N). I heard you'll make a cake for the Halloween party. I'll offer my help from my very kind heart." 

"... I won't let you put chloroform in for Prince Chevalier." You deadpanned. 

"Hahahaha, that's a shame! Hm, I'll find another way to take him down. Bye bye, lovely princess!" The tall man waved at you. How did you end up with this man? 

You sighed and stepped towards the kitchen. Everything that was needed, was already out for you to use. You cleaned your hands and started putting the ingredients together. 

Three days later and it was October 31st. The party was pretty lively. Prince Leon was surrounded by dozens of citizens who adored him and the others did their thing. 

You spotted Prince Chevalier, sitting alone and reading a book. 

'Doesn't he feel left out? Guess I'll go.' You caught yourself thinking and before you knew it, you were on the chair by his side. 

"Prince Chevalier, don't you like the party?" Your voice was loud and clear. 

Chevalier turned his head, a lazy smirk on his face. 

"What do you think, dummy?" He said teasingly. 

"Well, you should-" You didn't have the time to finish, because a cheery voice popped in the conversation. 

"Ah, Cheva likes to be a pretty wallflower in social gatherings." Clavis wrapped an arm around your waist. 

You looked at him and your mouth fell open. He was dresses as a priest, not the normal ones, but a very hot one. 

You cleared your throat and swallowed. Clavis leaned to your ear, bitting gently. 

"Is my pretty girl bothered? Maybe I should bend you over that chair to satisfy you-" You slapped your hand on his lips to stop him. 

The blond Prince sighed. 

"Get yourselves a room. No one needs to see you." He returned to his book. 

"Hahaha, I was only teasing!" Clavis sent you a wink and stood up. 

"I have to meet with someone. (Y/N), come with me." He extended his arm, which you caught a hold of and you were up to your feet in no time. 

You noticed how quiet the other places were, except for the music from the main Hall. 

"Clavis, where are we going?" You didn't get an answer, only his grip became stronger. 

You noticed your surroundings had something familiar. It was your and Clavis's bedroom. 

"Now now. How do you ask for forgiveness?" He laid you on the bed and he let his body become one with yours. 

"W-what?" Your cheeks got red. The man on top of you put his face in your neck and inhaled your perfume. 

"You have committed a great sin, playing like that with my heart." His cold lips touched your left shoulder, making you shiver. 

"I d-didn't do anything!" You defended yourself. 

"Oh? But you did. Going all over the place, letting others see you in that little witchy dress. Even Chevalier... You're a silly little girl that makes my heart clench with jealousy. Do you know how bad it is for a priest to feel jealousy? You should get punished. "Clavis chuckled darkly. 

'Two can play this game.' You thought. You pouted your cherry soft lips. 

" I'm sorry for making you jealous. But I'm a creature of the darkness, I can't help it. " You ghosted your lips over his. 

Clavis kissed you hard, taking your breath away. He later broke the kiss and spoke. 

"Good girl. Always telling the truth. You are forgiven, but don't go around thinking it ends here." And he kissed you once more. 

{Here ends the sfw part and it's time for something more spicy} 

Your boyfriend grinder his hard member against your legs. 

" C-Clavis, what about the o-others? "Clavis hugged you in his chest. 

" They won't miss us. "He whispered in your ear. 

He skillfully unzipped your small dress and took off your underwear. 

" I have to be sure you won't sin again, so open up your legs. "You did as he said and felt his purple hair between your legs, tickling your thighs. 

His velvety tongue locked at your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly. 

His long elegant fingers creepers to your entrance. He played around with his index finger and pushed it inside. 

You sighed as your opening was getting stretched. Another finger soon joined the first one, while the thrusting and licking were faster that a few seconds ago. 

Clavis groaned at your taste and with the help of his other hand, he took his cock, without taking his costume off. 

He stopped everything he was doing and you whined. 

"Easy there baby girl, we have the night to ourselves." He pushed his cock and rubbed it in your folds, letting it coat your pussy with your juices. 

He slid the head inside and worked the part that wasn't in yet. 

You relaxed your muscles and moved your hips. 

" Please Clavis, I want you inside me! "You premmition (desperate plea) was all he needed to guide himself completely in. 

" Ngh.... ahh... you are so warm inside. "He rested your legs on his shoulders, leaving a kiss on each of your knees. 

" Ahh... mmhh... Clavis, faster! "You trembled at his hard and fast thrusts. 

Your moans and the sound of skin against skin was heard for most of the night.

You knew you were close and Clavis was too. 

" Go on, cum for me sweetheart. "He said sweetly. 

You came hard, your releash staining Clavis's outfit. 

" That was vert hot. You've been such a good girl for me. " The Prince sighed in pleasure, while you were shaking from the overstimulation. 

Clavis groaned one last time and came, painting your insides with his cum. 

"That was amazing." Your fingers went through his sweaty hair and stroked his head. 

"Yes." Clavis kissed your arm. 

"Let me help you clean up." He caringly held your body and carried you in the bathroom. 

It was a night to remember. 

THE END. 

NadiaSilver~

AN:Thank you for reading! It was very fun to write it, haha! 

NADIAAA~ here's the first of my spam!🤭🤭😂😂 how about an ikepri fanfic where Chev would teach his MC things (or language) but she doesnt get it or failed to understand it so he...punish her 😳🧐🤭😉😏😏😏 THANK U SM LOVE YA GIRL🤩🤩👏

Hey hey there UwU!I need that type of spam in my life and you know it better than anyone!Thank you for the request, i really enjoyed writing it!Chevalier+punishment=perfection, haha.I hope you like it~

Type:Fanfiction

Game:Ikemen Prince

Character(s):Chevalier Michel

Warnings:Smut, {couch abuse}, NSFW, not the best english out there lolol, also, i’m bad at writing smut, it seems.

“𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓟𝓻𝓸𝓰𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓼” Chevalier Michel x (fem.) reader Nsfw

You’ve been very busy lately.As Chevalier’s Queen, you had and still have to attend to glorious parties and dances.All of that meant learning new languages, so you could communicate and hold a conversation with foreing royals.

That also meant having Chevalier teach you.The blond King seemed to know everything, at least from your point of view.

Now, you were both sitting in the library, reading and translating books.Chevalier was by your right side with a ton of notes, which gave you a headache.

“Chevalier, i’m tired.Can we take a small break?”You whined and rested your head on the table.

Chevalier turned his sea blue eyes on you and his lips twisted into a smirk.

“Why?I’m pretty sure you didn’t study enough to even remember how to speak.”He teased you and flicked your forehead.

“Don’t do that!”You swatted his hand away in a playfull way.

“Prove it then.If you ask me in that language to let you rest, i might consider it.”His whole attention was on you, which made you nervous.

“I-i...”You tried, but nothing was coming out.

“...Yes?”Chevalier’s face came closer.

“I can’t...speak.”You blushed and looked down at your hands.When the emparasment washed away, you lifted your head and your lips ghosted over his, as he was near.

“Is that so?I might have to find another way to get you to concentrate.”Suddenly, Chevalier stood up from his chair and caught your wrist to get you up.He then took you bridal style in his arms and laid you on the closest couch in his vision.

“You should get punished for being for being such a bad student.”He quickly unbottoned and took off your clothes and undergarments, throwing them somewhere you couldn’t see.

He opened your legs wide and he started kneading the soft flesh of your thighs.

“You are already this wet.And here i was, thinking you were reading.Now, i know your mind was elsewhere.”With a swift move, one of his fingers rubbed your cunt.

You groaned at the feeling and tried to get it in, but Chevalier was using his strength to stop any of your movements.

“Chevalier, please...”You begged him.A teasing smile adorned his gorgeous face and you would have found it adorable, if he wasn’t that cruel to you.

“I’m not doing that to reward you.It’s the opposite.”He leaned down, until the only thing you saw was his hair, between your legs.

Something warm, his tongue you guessed, was set upon your clit.Chevalier gently and a bit awkwardly flicked and licked you.

You threw your head back and bit your arm to not make any noises.Anyone could walk in on you.

After Chevalier had his fill, he pushed a finger in your entrance.He moved it slowly, getting it damp with your juices.

“Cheva, don’t tease!”You tugged his soft hair and his eyes fell on you.

“No, you should accept it.”A second finger joined the first one, but he withdrew them too quickly for you taste.You focused your gaze on him as he put them in his mouth and sucked them, savouring your wetness.

When he finished, he undressed speedily and the next thing you knew was that his half hard erection was massaging your pussy.

Chevalier became hard in a short time and he thrusted inside you in a very slow pace, making both of you groan each other’s name.

“(Y/N).”Your name sounded like the most beautiful thing when he said it.He inhurriedly moved his hips, filling you to the brim with his big member.Your punishment was a pain for him too.

“Mmm...Chevalier...i can’t take it anymore.”He couldn’t as well, so he was fast into responding to your request with violent and sharp shoves.

He let faint pleasured sighs slip, matching your own shallow ones.

“I’m cumming.”You whimpered lowly in his ear and he gave you premission to do.

Your silky walls spasmed around the head of his cock, as he continued ramming it in you.Your climax left you trempling and shaking violently.

The tall man on top cursed.

“Fuck, i want to finish inside you.”You nodded and hugged him close.

“Cheva!”You were overstimulated by the time he coated you with his hot cum.

“I love you, my dear.”You muttered.Chevalier kissed your lips and he slipped out of you.

“Me too, but that won’t get you anywhere...if you don’t study.”You fake glarred at him and went to leave, but he didn’t let go.

“Oh?So you think it’s over, hmm?”He said and kissed your shoulder.You didn’t study that day at all.

THE END.

NadiaSilver~

AN:Thank you for reading and i’m sorry if it was cringy!My requests are open for everyone that wants to request something!I write for ikevamp, ikerev and ikepri!

May i request chevalier getting on an arranged marriage with a princess from another kingdom?? And she's not afraid of him despite knowing the rumours abt him??? Thank you✨ (p.s. im so sick of scaredy commoner mc,, we need a strong & confident mc😭)

Hello!Thank you so much for the request and i’m sorry it took so long to write it and i’m sorry if the characters aren’t how they really are!I really enjoyed this request, haha!And i also would love a stronger and more confident Mc!It’s great when everyone in the game is a strong character!I’m sorry for my English but I hope you enjoy~

“𝓐𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓜𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰” Chevalier Michel x (Fem.) Princess Reader (Fluff)

It’s been another long day with preparations for the new King’s engagment party.Sariel and the rest of the bureaucrats of the Imperial court recently found out that the Princess from the Kingdom, close to Obsidian, wasn’t married.In the end, they agreed that she was the perfect match.

In the meantime, Chevalier tried not to yawn, as it was morning and Sariel was filling him up with the new information about the Princess.

“-she is rumored to be a fierce fighter and leader in the past wars, but still a peacemaker.Another outstanding thing is, that she keeps all the politics of her Kingdom hidden.No one has ever complained, because she keeps helping those in need...Your Majesty...are you even listening to me...?”Sariel looked at Chevalier, who glanced at him lazily.

“Why are you asking, when you already know the answer?”Sariel smiled dangerously at him.

‘I don’t remember the “watch over my children when i die part and they are already grown men” part in our agreement.’He thought, wishing that the previous King would hear him.

“I already read the country’s documents.It’s a political marriage, i don’t have to learn much more for her.”The blond man stood up from his throne and walked to the exit door.

“...The party is in two days from now.She’ll be arriving today, at night.”Sariel was pleased with what he heard and Chevalier left.

At the same time, you, Princess (Y/N), had your maids help ypu dress aproppriately, so you could meet Rhodolite’s ruler.

There were a lot of rumours surrounding him.It was said that he was a beast, someone that didn’t care about the people in his country, but he only cared for the country’s grounds.

You sighed for the third time in five minutes.

“Your Highness, is everythings okay?Isn’t the outfit to your liking?We can change it!”One of the maids comented, as she was feeling worried from your distressed look.

Not only were you an amazing and strong royal to them, you were also friendly.

“No, the outfit is impressive.You don’t have to change it.”The maid quickly bowed her head respectfully and returned to decorating you in jewelry.

Eventually, everything was in place and you were ready to leave the palace.The people that were coming with you were your most trusted knights and strategists.

“Your Highness, Princess (Y/N).It’s time to go.”A butler informed you and opened the carriage’s door.

You thanked him and with his assistance, you stepped in the carriage.

The horses at the front started walking.You would arrive when the sun would set and the moon will take it’s place.

It’s been hours on the rocky road.You stayed in a few places so the horses could be fed and watered.

Now, you could actually make out the huge castle’s view on your side.There were guards that saluted you as soon as your foot touched the ground.

‘Okay, that was way too far.’You talked to yourself.

“Her Highness, the Princess, has arrived!”Your own knights drew their swords and waited for you to get inside.

On the inside, you could see the beautiful and elegant decor.

“Princess (Y/N), it’s a pleasure to meet you.Thank you for coming in such a short notice.”You turned your line of sight at the man who spoke.

“You must be Lord Sariel Noir.Thank you for the invitation.”The tall man bowed for a moment and stood up.

“His Majesty is waiting in the dining room.I’m sure it was tiring to travel for so many hours.Please follow me.”You followed him to the dining room, where the castle’s workers were putting the last of the plates on the table.

“...Oh, you’re here.”Rhodolite’s King was right in front of you, although he wasn’t looking directly at you as he said that.You heard the bureaucrat next to you say something under his breath.

“Nice to meet you too.”Chevalier laughed through his nose at that.You sat down across from him.

“You’re dismissed.”Sariel thanked you once again and left.

The two of you ate dinner in mostly silence.

‘Well, aren’t you a talktative one, King Chevalier.’Suddenly, his beautiful blue eyes found your own pretty eyes.

“Tell me about yourself.”You said.

“You already heard of me.”He told you coldly.

“That’s right.But i can’t live with rumours only, your Majesty.”Of course, you couldn’t live with only those.You can’t simply judge him and trust them.And if they were real, he wouldn’t have all these people caring about him and supporting him.Nor would he have a peaceful country.

His lips loosened to a arrogant smirk.

“You are an idiot.Silly.”You glared when he answered.

‘An idiotic, silly kind person.’He secretly thought.

“Excuse you, you sure aren’t keeping your comments to yourself.Why is that, did i interrupt your sleeping schedule?”Chevalier looked at the side quietly.

“Wait, you really wanted to sleep, didn’t you?”You gasped and giggled.

“...Let’s go.”He stood up and waited for you to get up as well.He led you outside the castle, right into the garden.The garden itself was full of blooming roses.

“Ah, it’s sp gorgeous out here.”Rhodolite’s King didn’t seemd to share the same enthusiasm, he just took a book from the bench.

“Clavis...again.”

“Sounds like a troublesome person.”You said and looked at the book in his hands.

“Is that a romance novel?I remember reading it.”You questioned him.

“Are your eyes for the show?”You chuckled.He didn’t act like a ‘scary beast’ that many called him.

Two hours later, the both of you returned back in the palace and he walked you to your bedroom.

“Good night, King Chevalier.I’ll see you tomorrow.”You nodded and closed the door, after he said a plain “ ‘Night”.

Chevalier walked away to go to his own room.

“Hahaha, that was a great performance Cheva.Can i get the tickets for tomorrow?”Clavis’s voiuced was too loud in the middle of the silent corridor.

“Leave me alone.You are too noisy.”Chevalier words were ignored, as his younger brother laughed again.

“Wasn’t a good idea to leave the book outside?You seemed to enjoy spending time with her, hahaha!Are you perhaps in love?”He stopped several steps behind his brother and saw him give a small smile.

“She is clever.”And with that, he stepped in his room.

The End~

AN:Thank you very much for reading!I’ll also finish the other request and post them as soon as i can!My requests are open (i write for ikevamp, ikerev and ikepri), if anyone is interested!

NadiaSilver~

"𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕰𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘'𝖘 𝖈𝖚𝖗𝖘𝖊" Chevalier Michel x (fem.) Reader

Chapter 1 :  The birth of a fairytale

Fandom : Ikemen Prince

Warnings : None for this chapter (bad english)

The sound of the birds chirping woke you up early from your slumber, and the light from the cracks of the windows illuminated your bedroom in the sun's golden rays wouldn't let you stay longer in your dream.

You slowly stood up from your bed and stretched out your arms and shoulders. You walked sluggishly to the windows and opened them up, letting the soft breeze caress your face, like a refreshing cold breath.

'Today is a nice day!' You thought and smiled to no one but yourself.

In the meantime, you were careful not to lose too much time of your day, as you had many things to do.

"Let's see..." You opened the notebook on the table and looked inside it. "Visit the bookstore and buy groceries." You mumbled and smiled lightly.

After finishing your breakfast and the chores around the house, you decided it was a good time to leave and get to your original plan.

The walk in the little village was just as exciting as every other day you left your books and went there. The beautiful rose bushes, with the precious rosebuds slowly blooming, the crowded shop with lots of villagers and merchants from different countries searching for the right product to buy and the animals running around free, without a single care in the world.

You chuckled at the loud and silly argument coming from a couple standing on your right.

"But sweetheart, we already have too many eggs for the cake! Why buy more?!" An old man with short stature and a big mustache whisper-yelled, only to get glared down by his two-inches taller wife.

"Too many?! The eggs play an important role in the cake! The kids will be visiting from afar today!" This seemed to shut him up and he hang his head in defeat.

"Now, how about...20 more eggs?" The woman spoke, letting her hand support her enormous chin, which left the man with a gaped mouth.

"20?! Ahhh-" He continued, but you didn't stay for long and moved on while shaking your head.

'Everyone is so energetic in the morning.'

"Ah! (Y/N)! Good to see you again, my dear! What can i get for you?" Without noticing, you were standing out of the bookstore, starring at the new series released from another country. The bookstore owner was the one to question if you needed some help.

"Thank you! Today, i will get this book. I read the summary before and i am ready to buy it!" The shop owner grinned at your enthusiasm and nodded his head many times in a row.

"Yes yes, of course! It is a great book indeed!" He said to himself and waved his hands around in moves that were almost comical. He was like a grandfather to you and very helpful, as well as kind.

"I FOUND IT!" He yelled happily and tried to dance with his hips while on top of the ladder.

You shook your head and helped him down from it. He almost run to the counter and wrapped it up, or dressed as he liked to call it, your book in the best paper he had and pushed it in your hands.

"Now now, go and finish what you have before the night falls!" You looked at him puzzled.

"But you paymen-" You were once again cut off by him walking you out of the shop.

"No need for that! We aren't strangers! Take it as a gift for coming to my aid!" He beamed and closed the doors behind you.

'What a strange man.'

The end of chapter one~

don't be fooled

he's just mad his hairclip is the same color as his hair

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Chevalier Michel

Warnings: Smut, overstimulation, nsfw, fluff, unprotected sex, bad English

AN: This is my gift for @chaosangel767 ! An amazing person and writer that I met through the ikeseries fandoms and it was a pleasure to write this for you🥺 You inspire me a lot and you know how much I love your ocs and their stories 💞. A big thank you for holding the gift exchange to @aquagirl1978 , who is also a great writer! And thank you to everyone who is patient with me! I hope you enjoy~ (also tagging @ikemen-prince-gift-exchange )

"Of Roses and Stars" Chevalier Michel x Fem. Reader

By the time you noticed how late it was, the sky was dressed in its veil of blue and black and its accessories of thin, delicate gold that were designed by the countless stars. The room was quiet, except for the slight breeze that hummed serenades across your ears, and the harsh breathing of your lover, who held you snug to his naked body. The summer's heat was nowhere to be found, as a different kind of warmth erupted in your stomach, as if it was a volcano.

Just for a second, you closed your heavy eyelids, almost missing the light reflected in his deep sea blue eyes that were staring at your face for any detail he might have neglected before. The little things about you that he wanted imprinted in his memory forever, since he cherished you the most. 

You moaned softly as his big hands roughly cupped your breast and his heavy tongue flattened on each of your nipples. You welcomed the hotness and thrashed in his arms, trying to get all the friction you could, but to no avail. His grip was so strong, yet clumsy, that you would call yourself lucky if you could move at all the next morning. 

Everything about the moment was beautiful. His rose scent that lingered on his muscular body, tempting you in places unknown, well hidden from the world. His handsome face, that you could put your hand through fire and swear it was a gift from God and his hard cock, that fitted inside you perfectly, filling you to the brim. His every touch was like a bite of the forbidden fruit in the garden of Eden and you couldn't get enough.

".....Thank you, sir" You groaned out and pushed your face between his neck and shoulder, leaving a trail of hickeys that bloomed like the flowers in the garden. Chevalier snorted and thrusted upwards, making you bounce on his lap and open your lips in a silent scream. It wasn't the first time he overstimulated you, but it always left you too sensitive to cross a word.

"........" His silence was comforting and you were luxuriating in it. His hips snapped up again, before he found a rhythm you enjoyed the most and continued in that pace. He was fast and unforgiving, giving you trouble breathing through your nose, but he didn't stop at that. His lips captured yours in an awkward, sloppy kiss, which turned you into a mess of clenching and unclenching on his erection.

"King….Chevalier, ah"

"If you have something to say, just say it already" Your eyes widened when you heard him and right after, you sensed his thick fingers traveling to your slit and rubbing around the edges that covered his dick.

"But you can't speak now, can you?" A haughty smirk adorned his face when he noticed the desperation in yours. His thumb went straight to your clit and he rubbed circles on it, forcing you to climax loudly. His other arm was wrapped around your middle, keeping you in place on his legs, so you won't slide down. 

The smell of sex after many rounds, and the soap you both used during your bath hours ago, sent you into overdrive and you desperately clinged on him, your juices flowing down your thighs and onto his already wet cock. 

Chevalier slowly stood up from the armchair, never letting go of your now weak body, as he made his way to the bed. When your body hit the cloud-like mattress, your breathing slowed down and you fell asleep. The king kissed your forehead awkwardly, letting his love flow through actions instead of words that he didn't usually speak. His love for you was intense and he felt like he could share with you anything. Your hopes, your desire, your fears, anything as long as you stayed by his side. 

".......Imbecile" He smiled gently and let sleep take over him too, at last.

The End~

Chevalier Michel x (fem.) Reader ~ Crack

AN: Hello everyone! This is a tiny flashfic inspired by the maid event! I hope you enjoy~

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Chevalier Michel

Warnings: none, bad English, short

The words appeared on the paper, like figures designed from obsidian, dancing in a graceful way as the king's of Rhodolite handwriting. The world seemed blurry in your mind the more you focused on it, until he let go of the quill pen and let his eyes wander up to yours.

"Make a list of attendees for the meeting this afternoon" He said lowly and you nodded enthusiastically. The bond between the two of you was getting stronger by the time, so powerful that it would trample over everything that gets in your way. He trusted you as much as you trusted him.

"Of course. Please wait for me" You stood up from your seat, bowed to him, and left the office. The information about the aristocrats and ambassadors was listed in one of the many books stored in the library but it was quite easy to find them, due to your nightly visits.

Yet, that wasn't what was bothering you. It was something more important and you had to find the perfect strategy to work around it.

You gently opened the large book on the table and sat on the chair. The faces of those who would be attending caught your attention and you stared at them for awhile.

Of course, being King Chevalier's woman meant you went through harsh training. And today was the day to prove it. 

"........This one has an interesting ear...." You shrugged your shoulders and sighed. It was finally time to use that skill.

Moments of hard work later and your paper was finally full. You took your leave and revisited Chevalier's quiet office.

"King Chevalier......." You called out, only to find him already looking your way.

"..........." His silence was enough of an answer and you stepped towards him. You extended your arm and handed the list in his open palm. He was quick to take it and check it.

ATTENDEE LIST:

Sloppy Forehead

Geezer

Shoebill

Saido Chesto

Elf

Bowlcut

Glasses Version 2.0.5

A gentle expression adorned his face, making it shine more than the sun peeking from behind the curtains. His blue eyes bored on the nicknames and he slightly nodded at it.

"............" The sound of approval was all you needed, even though it was silent. A huge smile bloomed on your face, like a little rose in the garden.

"I'm glad you like it" A shared kissed, as soft as flower petals ended the conversation, showering you in its comfort.

The End~

AN: Thank you for reading! Here is what inspired this:

Young prince Chevalier!

🎊Happy birthday Chevalier🎊

Welcome back, Violett!! 💖 For the ikepri halloween costume challenge, may I request Chevalier + devil + spooky? 🤗 Hope you have a lovely week! 🥰

A/N: Here you are @skiagrafia! I really enjoyed this! I was inspired by a short story by Tumblr legend Neil Gaiman called "Other People." You can read it here

Chevalier x Reader

WC: 900

The wooden bench in the church is rough to the touch. The end of it is splintered and there are scratches in the wood of the pew in front of you. A shudder runs through your body as you wonder how they got there. They’re too small to be from any wild animal. Certainly too shallow to be a bear or anything like that.

In the distance, you hear a lone cry, a faint howl that momentarily chases away the silence of the church like a broom violently scattering cobwebs. But outside the windows there is only gray, a gloom that seems to have wrapped itself around the small building in the middle of the woods. It's latched onto the peeling paint and loose nails and clings, territorial.

You nervously pull at a hangnail on your index finger, pull until it comes right off, taking a sliver of skin with it. You frown as you stare at the angry red stripe on your finger. That should hurt. It doesn’t.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you glance back at the church's double doors. They are as scratched as the pews and look somehow heavier than they should. The iron hinges are shaped like tridents, their points wickedly sharp for something decorative. Uncomfortable, you turn away again, smoothing down the folds of your white skirt.

You know you’re meant to wait. But for what….?

You can’t quite remember. It’s that elusive scratching at your mind when you know that you know something but can’t for the life of you call it forth.

The howling sound breaks the silence again.

This time it is louder. Closer.

You pull on the ends of your sleeves, curling your fingers inwards to clutch the white material.

In front of you, the altar is cracked, a jagged line like black lighting running through the stone. The cross on the wall above it hangs crooked, as if it is considering letting go, allowing the fall to the tiled floor to do what it will.

A loud whooshing sound pulls your attention back to the church entrance. The wooden doors have opened and in steps the most beautiful man you have ever seen. Dressed from head to toe in pristine white, broad of shoulder, long of leg with a face that could make a person weep at its classical perfection. His hair is pale as bone and rising from his head are twin horns of curling onyx. Striking as all this is, it's his eyes which catch you attention the most, a piercing blue the color of cruel frost, of endless frozen skies. When he fixes his gaze directly upon you, it feels as if winter itself is blowing through your bones, sending a corkscrew of cold fear straight through your body.

He stops walking and looks down at you, where you are sitting on the pew bench, his expression smooth as polished glass.

“We must go.”

His voice sends another rush of cold through you and you feel yourself starting to shiver. You glance at the church doors, now wide open. All you can see is gray gloom. Impenetrable. Suffocating.

“Where?” How your voice shakes, how small it sounds.

Again a howl pierces the church. It is louder now than before.

The window panes of the church tremble.

His gaze remains steady, although there is now a glint of something in his eyes. Something sharp and bright.

“You know.”

You rise to your feet on legs that feel numb. The man starts back down the aisle, then turns when he sees the way you grip each wooden pew you pass, your body tilting like a willow in a violent storm. The grip of your fingers is so strong, your nails dig little half-moon crescents into the wood.

He pauses, waiting for you to catch up and then takes hold of your arm. Despite the black gloves, his touch feels as hard and cold as frozen iron. The cold rushes through you and you can barely walk for all of your quivering.

You are almost at the open doors, at the mouth of all that opaque gray.

“W-w-what’s out there?” Your voice is barely a whisper, a wisp of smoke on the precipice of fading.

You’ve reached the doorway; his hand is still on your arm. He turns his head, looking down at you with those eyes of the most unearthly, startling blue.

“Nothing,” he answers. “Absolutely nothing.”

And then he slings you forward, forcing you into the gray. A flap of your white skirt. The white of your wide eyes. And then you are gone, utterly and completely, swallowed by the nothing. No trace of you left except the frightened marks of your fingernails in the scarred wood of the pew.

He reaches down, tugging once on the edge of his black glove, making it fit perfectly again. He turns his artic gaze towards the gloom. A second later there is a rush of wind, a burst of turbulent energy that continues its howling as it enters the church. It shakes the windows, jostles the crooked cross on the wall, skims the broken altar before growing still.

Slowly a figure fades into view, another lost soul slumped forward in the wooden pew. It will need time before it awakens, notices its surroundings.

Just like you did.

Just like they all do.

And when it does, he’ll be there.

Silently as fog he steps outside the church, closing the heavy wooden doors behind him.

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chevalier and ex-lovers for the angst promt? that seems like it would be really interesting considering his route. thank you for reading this ask

A/N: With some encouragement and brainstorming (thank you @lorei-writes 💜) I finished this!

An addition to my Broken Heartstrings series

Chevalier x Reader

WC: 1.3k

The crowds that have gathered in the streets are humming like a hive full of excited bees. Some small children are pushing their way beneath elbows and through knees, trying to get to the front. Others are being hoisted up onto the shoulders of grown ups who shift their weight from foot to foot, as eager as the children to get a glimpse.

You can see them all from your spot, perched on the wide windowsill of your bedroom. Precarious as it may be, you’ve pushed open the window, leaving nothing between you and the view of the street below. It’s a joyful scene, one of breathless anticipation as the townsfolk wait for their king to ride through on this, the anniversary of his coronation. The king that you chose a year ago. The man who had challenged your spirit and won your heart.

But instead of sitting by his side, proudly looking down at all the beaming faces, you’re alone at your window, stomach in knots at the thought of seeing Chevalier Michel again, even from a distance.

Just thinking his name sends your mind down well-trodden paths of anguish and heartbreak....

What had seemed so solid, so strong, had unraveled in a single moment. You didn’t even have the chance to anticipate something was wrong. He had gone to investigate suspicious activity at the border. He had returned, white clothing running red with blood that was not his. Still, you had run to him, concern an engine that spurred you forward at lightning speed….and he had turned away, turned his shoulder towards you. And then he had told you, in a voice as chilled as winter’s edge, to leave. 

Leave, he repeated at the palace gates, his hand gesturing for you to move away.

Leave, he repeated as you stood in his bedroom, questions shooting from your mouth like wayward fireworks, bright and burning and frantic. 

Leave was all he said, his voice a blade as dangerous and final as his sword.

His betrayal of your trust was a sudden cracking of ice, a fall into freezing water that left you speechless, breathless, and utterly broken. All the possibilities for the future, all the countless daydreams. All the nights spent talking, sharing, weaving a relationship from the threads of your heartstrings snapped in a blink by silver shears, cold as the blue of his eyes when all your wild thoughts boiled down to a single question, your voice trembling like a leaf in a cruel, sudden wind: 

Why?

Leave was his only reply.

And so you fled the palace, the beautiful rose gardens, the confused and concerned questions in the eyes of his brothers. You fled the place that had become home to return to the life you had known before, except it didn’t fit as it once did. Something was missing, something that ached in the night, that chased sleep away from the spinning hurricane of your mind. A longing for someone that you shouldn’t want, someone who was willing to drive a stake into the beating heart of your love without hesitation. Or explanation.

A combined gasp and cheer rises up from the crowd as the royal caravan approaches and tugs you back to the present. The other princes ride upon their horses, smiling and waving. Well, Licht isn’t exactly smiling and something about his somber expression is so familiar, a constant in a world turned upside down, that it actually brings a smile to your lips, a sad, watery thing but a smile nonetheless. Jin and Nokto beam brightly, waving and nodding, especially to the women who meet their gazes with excited hands pressed to their hearts. Leon is every inch the prince, flawlessly dividing his attention between both sides of the street, his smile open and wide. He was always so kind.  A wave of bittersweet emotion washes through you as you remember the time he would take to explain things to you, to help you find your way, to listen,

But he is not the one your heart chose. 

And behind Leon and his black stallion rides the King on his destrier of purest snow white. The sight of him, tall and proud, one gloved hand on the reins, the other casually on the pommel of his sword freezes the breath in your lungs. Your fingers curl into your palm unbidden, nails biting deep into flesh gone numb. Beside him, Clavis is all flashy smiles and waves, golden eyes scanning the crowd to award a nod or tilt of the head to anyone he wants to feel special. His head tilts up as his gaze sweeps across the many open windows and people waving handkerchiefs, some embroidered roses, some embroidered with tigers in honor of the king’s crest.

You, still as a beam of moonlight, stand out amid the riotous cheering.

Of course Clavis notices you. In a heartbeat, your eyes lock with his and something inside you shifts as you are flooded with the memories of the many laughs, the teasing, but most of all, the way he supported you through loving his brother. He knows what a difficult path that is to walk. He has been walking it his whole life.

He offers you something no one else in the crowd gets. His face, always adept at schooling itself into whatever mask it need be, is filled with genuine emotion at the sight of you. He offers you a smile, soft and sad and real.

Somehow, even from a distance, he has still found a way to comfort you.

Your spirit is bolstered, just a little, and you manage a smile in return, raising a hand in greeting.

And then Chevalier notices his brother’s upturned face and his own head moves, his gaze rising to see what has Clavis’s attention.

There you are, up in the window, framed like a beautiful portrait, smiling, but even he can see it doesn’t quite reach your eyes, like a garden dappled in shadows. Your hand is raised, that hand he knows intimately. He knows the motion of your fingers as they delicately turn the page of a book. He knows the strength in them when you grip a horse’s reins. And he knows their softness, the tenderness with which they can touch, the feel of your fingertips as they trace the line of his jaw. The eagerness with which they press into the back of his neck when he kisses you-

Kissed you.

When he kissed you.

Because he will never know their touch again. Nor your kiss. Nor your smile. Even now, as your gaze meets his, that smile fades, your hand slowly lowers, curling against your heart like a wounded animal, seeking shelter.

And he knows he did that. He killed the warmth of you, the joy, the whispering sunshine of your love.

And he would do it again.

Because as pained as you look now, somehow he knows it would never compare to the pain of being in love with someone who could so deeply disappoint you. He learned that lesson the day he rode to the border, when he killed as mechanically as clockwork, without remorse, without regard. How easily his blade drank the blood of young and old. He saw only red, felt only the jolt of sword through flesh and turned to seek it again and again.

You claimed there was good in him, there was mercy and the capacity to love.

And for a brief moment in time, he had believed you. Until that day.

And rather than watch your love for him slowly wither as you learned you were wrong, that he was nothing more than a brutal beast, he made a clean cut. Sharp, painful but without a doubt in his mind the correct thing to do.

He could not watch the light in your eyes go out. Because he loved you.

Loves you.

Because he still loves you.

Chevalier’s pale head turns away from you and the procession continues.

Slowly, breathing against the burning ache in your chest, the broken pieces of your heart slicing into wounds that have never fully healed, you lean forward and pull the window closed. 

There is nothing left to see.

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🌹About the Rose Knight (Michel family) of Rhodolite🌹

A few facts about Chevalier's ancestors and the "Rose Knight". From Clavis' story in the "Rhodolite Horror Night" event.

Trigger warnings: War, death, sickness

I'll be putting it under the cut, in case of spoilers:

Clavis and his Mc are about to do a test of courage and they are also about to lift the curse. They find the 150-years-old portrait of a woman, Vivian Michel.

The Michel family took part in the making of Rhodolite, with the production of very strong knights. The portrait might have been 150 years old, but Clavis, just like that, confirmed that the family existed there for a very long time.

And like that, we get to learn about the "Rose Knight". A knight who led every battle in the front lines, as he was the strongest, crowning Rhodolite victorious. Clavis said there was an "anecdote", saying that he once entered the enemy's territory and destroyed it by himself. This information made his Mc think that it did sound like something Chevalier could do too.

Vivian Michel, rumored to be his wife, was wearing on the top of her dress, an insignia of the tiger. The tiger was different from Chevalier's, but it was the same animal (which makes sense on why Chevalier has one too, it wasn't something he just made up). The insignia naturally belonged to the Rose Knight. And in the book Clavis was reading for information, the Knight's wife was rumored to be very sickly.

Sadly, tragedy did strike the Rose Knight. A man who always took a long time to say goodbye and part ways with his wife before every war, was called for a sudden enemy attack. And when he returned to Rhodolite, the news of her passing away left him very saddened. Her funeral was also done a long time ago, before his return. He lost all motivation to fight and left Rhodolite, without anyone knowing where he went.

These are all known from a book Clavis found in the library. He told his fiancée that if she asked Chevalier, he wouldn't know. She thought that he probably wouldn't answer, even if he did.