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Hiii gorg I love your style of writing 😳👍 can you maybe write about ikepri suitors in the modem world? Just general stuff like what music would they like or what jobs do you see them working? Anything that you find fit tbh

You're amazing, stay safe and well <3

Hi!!!Thank you for the compliments and the request, i really appreciate it!It took me some time to write for all of them, so i apologize!Please, keep in mind that i don’t know everything about the characters and they might be ooc.I hope you like it~

Type: Headcanons, Modern AU

Game: Ikemen Prince

Characters: All characters

Warnings: Spoilery, characters might be ooc, not the best out there, haha, mentions of alcohol (trigger warning), not the best english (especially with many words).

I’ll write their favourite music, dressing style (both casual and formal), their jobs, their hobbies, their favourite type of food and their favourite drink(s).Keep in mind that these are not all real, i just think they would like these.Thank you!

~Clavis Lelouch

Favourite type of music:Clavis hears anything that sounds good.He can go from pop, to rock, to metal and everything in between.Sometimes, he likes to play songs, like twinkle twinkle little star and he sings it in a childish voice, just to annoy his big bro, Chevalier.Chevalier probably threw a vase full of cold water on him.He would have thrown more, but he doesn’t like wasting precious water for the “laughing clown’s” idiocity.

Dressing style (1~casual):Clavis likes to wear fashionable clothes with lots of twists.He probably wears animal printed clothes and accessories, like a leopard printed hat or coats.For a more casual outfit, he wears a white button up shirt tucked in black skinny jeans and he tops it of with a leather biker-style black jacket (if it’s cold).                                                               (2~formal):For formal wear, he chooses a purple stripped button up shirt with a light grey vest and light grey pants.He puts on a grey long coat to finish it up.

Job:Clavis works as a spy for the Cyber Crime Division.He seems like a maniac to his coworkers, but they know how good he is at what he does.Also, he is good at spying his brother and he sees it as exercise.

Hobbies:Clavis’s hobbies are:drinking smoothies, while spying Chevalier, annoying Chevalier (especially when he is tired) and making things (because he is good with his hands).Clavis doesn’t have a lot of time for himself, but when he does, he makes sure to spend it doing all these things.

Favourite type of food:Clavis loves sweets and junk food.It was a rare treat when he was younger, but now he can eat them.At least, he prefers a healthier version like, fruits on top pf his sweets and salads as side dishes for the food.

Favourite drink(s):This man loves starbucks.He doesn’t drink alcohol due to personal reasons, so he buys them everyday.He buys unicorn coloured drinks & sweets and he tries to give some of them to Cheva.It doesn’t work.

~Chevalier Michel

Favourite type of music:Chevalier listens to classical, rock and metal.He likes songs with deep meaning, because it makes him think/daydream in his free time.He also plays the piano and violin, which got him into classical music.Sometimes, he is forced to here Clavis’s loud stereo, so he hears childish songs and he gets mad.

Dressing style (1~casual):Chevalier wears a white turtleneck shirt, black skinny pants and a long black coat.He also wears black reading glasses.He doesn’t like having a lot of strange addings on his clothes, because he likes being fancy, without being too much.                                 (2~formal):Chevalier chooses suits, which fit perfectly on his body.On top of his suits, he likes wearing black or while long coats and a pair of gloves in the same colour.He always has a golden pin with chains on, which keeps his tie straight and neat.

Job:Cheva works as an Army Strategist and as a Defence Minister.All the people trust him, so they voted for him.He was already a strong man before, but now he became even more, to help protect his country and those in need.

Hobbies:Chevalier, naturaly, loves to read romance novels.His mansion has two rooms as libraries.He also keeps shelves of books in his room.Another thing he likes is learning more and more (languages and other things), because he is fast at learning and they might come in handy.

Favourite type of food:Chevalier doesn’t care much, though he prefers eating foods with a lot of protein and vitamins.He is used to eating mostly these types of food, because of his work.He sometimes eats sweets, but never the unicorn ones Clavis tries to feed him.

Favourite drink(s):Cheva is not a big fan of alcohol.Alcohol has a lot of bad sugars for his health and he also doesn’t like getting drunk.Especially when he works.He drinks plenty of water and tea.

~Luke Randolph

Favourite type of music:Luke listens to pop and classical music.If he likes a song that is different, he is going to hear that as well.He doesn’t really care, but he prefers soft and gentle sounds.

Dressing style (1~casual):Luke picks long green t-shirts with V-Neck as a top and dark purple sweatpants as bottoms.On top of all that, he wears an oversized dark grey jacket.He likes those colours, because they remind him of the forest and nature in general.                                                         (2~formal):Luke wears a grey button up shirt in a pair of grey jeans.He tops it off with a stylish but still comfortable grey jean jacket.

Job:This tall gentleman loves honey, so he decided to work as an apriarist.Not only does he help feed and keep safe as many honey bees as he can, he takes the honey away without hurting them or destroying their houses (beehives).

Hobbies:One of Luke’s hobbies is helping and playing with the forest animals.These animals are drawn to him and want his attention.He puts water and food all over the place, so they can find it easily and get ready for the cold weather.

Favourite type of food:Of course, his favourite food is honey.It had to do with a lot of hard things he went through in his past and he doesn’t want to forget.It’s also sweet and healthy, so he prefers it.He also likes homecooked meals, because they are warm and he feels safe.

Favourite drink(s):Luke’s favourite drinks are tea and milk.These drinks are both warm and sweet (he drowns them in honey).They are perfect for a cold day and a hot day.All the stress goes away and he is calm again.

~Leon Dompteur

Favourite type of music:Leon listens to alternative rock and pop.He likes to dance around in his days off, when he is at home.He goes to a lot of concerts with a few of his brothers to enjoy a night out.The music he hars goes well with his personality and he always has fun.

Dressing style: (1~casual):Leon lives for more casual outfits that are different from the stiff clothes he wears at work.He goes for a black t-shirt that shows his abs and black pants that hug his waist.He is naturally warm, so he believes he doesn’t need a jacket.                                            (2~formal):Leon wears a black turtleneck shirt and black or dark grey pants.Sometimes, he puts on a dark grey suit jacket to look even better.

Job:Leon works with Chevalier as an Army Strategist.He gets well with the soldiers and they follow all his commands.He knows his brother is harsh, but he informs the new soldiers how much he cares for their country.

Hobbies:Leon’s hobby is having fun with his loved ones.He’ll prefer social gatherings and talking with people.He is easy to talk to, so his family gets together because of him.He might enjoy dancing, so he could be ready to impress his lover.

Favourite type of food:Yves’s baking/cooking.Not only does the food he makes tastes good, it’s also very fun to tease him.Sometime, he dines outside.If a person he loves makes food, he’ll eat it without much care if it tastes good.He is happy they did it.

Favourite drink(s):Leon can drink nearly everythinng.He can go from drinking alcohol with Jin, to drinking tea and milk with Luke.He doesn’t want to get drunk, because it’s bad for his job and his health, so he doesn’t do it too much.

~Yves Kloss

Favourite type of music:Yves listens to whatever sounds good and has style.He secretly listens to meme cat meowing his favourite songs.He learns the choreography in every song that has one.If his brotherd catch him doing that, he tries to deny it while blushing.

Dressing style (1~casual):Yves wears skinny black jeans with cuts on the knees and a pink oversized sweater.On top, he wears a grey cardigan.His clothes look big on him and it makes him look cuter.                                    (2~formal):He wears a white button up shirt, tucked in grey pants.He wears different coloured ties, but prefers pink, grey or black ones.He also wears a pink suit jacket.He likes being stylish in everything he does.

Job:Yves works at a pet shop.All the pets that live in here love him.The people that want to buy a animal have to watch him trying to put the animals in their (boxes/the things they put them in when they go somewhere).The animals are cuddling him and pawing at his cheeks.Yves is happy they found a home, but he is also sad, because he liked playing with them (even if that meant getting teased by his brothers).Yves secretly works as a stylist and he sketches clothes for women and men.

Hobbies:Yves hobbies have to do with beauty.He changes hairstyles or he goes shopping for clothes and accessories.He is calming down whenever he does that.Yves also enjoys doing new things, like joining art classes (painting, writing, dancing).

Favourite type of food:Yves loves cakes with fruits on top.He likes it when fresh berries are used to make them.They are not too sweet, but they live a nice taste in his mouth.He eats other foods, of course, because he knows that he has to be healthy.He eats for every meal of the day.He scolds Clavis for his choices and is discusted with his eating habits.He also cooks for himself (and some of his brothers).

~Nokto Klein

Favourite type of music:Nokto listens to pop (because most of the explicit songs he likes are pop).His tastes may change, but it also depends on his mood.If he is in a certain mood, being withh his lover and all, he stays with his normal choices.

Dressing style (1~casual):For a more casual look, he braids one side of his hair and it goes up in a high ponytail.He wears grey skinny jeans and a baby blue t-shirt.If it becomes too cold, he’ll get a white jacket.                    (2~formal):Nokto can go from a total white look to a white and baby blue look.He’ll choose a blue tie, with a white button up shirt and white pants.Nokto will take a white suit jacket on his shoulders and it’s kept on it’s place by a silver chain.

Job:I can see most of the brothers working together, so he’ll probably would be a spy for the Army, set by Chevalier himself.He is not scared to do reckless things and get in trouble.He knows how to keep secrets from the others.

Hobbies:Nokto’s hobbies are learning things about other people and most of all, what his lover enjoys.He likes trying new things with his S/O, that both are comfortable with.Another hobby of his is annoying and teasing his brothers that don’t want that don’t want that type of attention.

Favourite type of food:Nokto enjoys sweet, salty and savoury foods.Of course, there are some that make him feel better than others, so he prefers them.He finds some foods amusing, like the rainbow coloured ones and he wants to try them.

Favourite drink(s):If he is not at work, he likes strong liquor, but when it’s work related he’ll drink something softer and give the strong drinks to his enemies.That doesn’t stop him from enjoying drinks like sodas.Nokto tries Clavis’s favourite drinks, but he isn’t the biggest fan.

~Licht Klein

Favourite type of music:To most, Licht seems like a very quiet guy, but the music he likes isn’t always like that.He listens to every type of rock, pop and hip hop music.He is someone that likes the deep meaning every song has and he always remembers their lyrics.

Dressing style (1~casual):Licht has an angelic face and he knows what goes better with that.He wears a white oversized button up shirt with baby blue buttons in the middle and light blue skinny jeans.                                  (2~formal):For formal wear, Licht chooses a blue-grey suit, a yellow bowtie with a red ruby in the middle.On top, he wears a grey cardigan to keep himself warm.

Job:Licht is a soldier, who is not afraid to lose his life.Just like his twin, he doesn’t care about doing reckless things, because he lives for others, mostly.He doesn’t show that he cares for his brothers, but it can be seen.

Hobbies:For Licht, martial arts is the way to relax.Marial arts are not for fighting and killing someone.The first thing you learn is to keep yourself calm and then safe in front of difficult situations.That’s what Licht likes, so he follows it.Other things Licht likes to do is sing lullabies from his childhood and dance hip hop.

Favourite type of food:Licht absolutely loves sweets.Tarts full of chocolate, berries and other fruits are to die for.Sometimes, he secretly wants to eat Yves’s cakes, so he pouts at him, which always works to his favor.

Favourite type of drink(s):He doesn’t drink too much, he prefers water, tea and milk.First of all, it’s easier to drink them when eating.Second of all, he doesn’t want to get drunk (he doesn’t know if he can hold it).

~Sariel Noir

Favourite type of music:Sariel has gone through so much stress, so he just listens to screamo.If he feels better, he’ll hear to classical music while sipping his tea.He won’t say no to a new beat, but he’ll hear it if he can hear the voice clearly (so he can judge).

Dressing style (1~casual):If Sariel has time to go out without having to care for his work (or babysitting the brothers), he’ll wear a black, long sleeved shirt tucked in a nice pair of black pants.                                         (2~formal):He wears a black button up shirt with a silky red tie.He prefers black suits to go with, which have red details on top.He is stylish and he believes that black goes with everything.

Job:Sariel is a babysitter.Just kidding.He works as a Judge.He is amazing and fast.He knows when people feel guilty and it’s easy to find who is at fault.Definitely takes a lot of painkillers for those headaches.

Hobbies:He plays every classical music instruments when he has free time.He learned to play when he was younger and it always calmed him down.He also enjoys reading books (classic literature).

Favourite type of food:Sariel eats healthy most of the time, but he has cheat days.He can relax and eat sweets and junk food, while watching a movie or eating with company.

Favourite drink(s):Sariel drinks alcohol, not until he is completely wasted.He enjoys drinking if the company is good.But he prefers drinking tea and relaxing by his own.

~Rio Ortiz

Favourite type of music:Rio listens to everything.And by everything, i mean everything.He doesn’t care if the voices are clean or good, he is just happy to have something to hear.If his future S/O has a fave, then it’ll become his fave as well.

Dressing style (1~casual):Rio works a lot of hours a day, so he doesn’t dress too casual.If he can choose, then he wears blue jeans and coloured t-shirts.(Or a pair of pjs.)                                                                                (2~formal):Rio wears coloured button up shirts and black or white pants and a matching jacket.He doesn’t care much about his style, but he is forced when he works.

Job:Rio works as a lawyer, next to Sariel.He is clever and witty.When the other lawyers face him, they think they have to do with a child, but he is fast at gathering iinformation and he uses it against them.That’s the only reason Sariel keeps him.

Hobbies:Rio searches information about new people he meets, just for fun.He also has a puppy, but it mostly stays with close friends.When he is at home, they cuddle together and he feed it with it’s favourite treats.

Favourite type of food:Rio knows how to cook special meals, so he enjoys eating them.If he is too tired, he’ll eat pizza and he’ll later have some cookies to make himself feel better.

Favourite drink(s):He drinks a small amount of alcohol (to drown his pain).He likes drinking nearly all kind of drinks, even the crazy ones, especially if he has good company to share them.

~Jin Grandet

Favourite type of music:Jin listens to pop songs and the songs that are heard in bar-clubs.Sometimes, he hears the songs his brothers send him in the messenger app they all have.

Dressing style (1~casual):Jin wears forest green shirts or t-shirts and black pants or blue jeans.He might wear t-shirts with tie stamps on them.   (2~formal):He rarely wears formal clothes.He thinks they are too stiff and it’s not easy to move his body.Sadly, Leon takes him on gatherings, where he is forced to dress up.Jin tries on dark blue suits and green button up shirts.

Job:Jin is a bartender.It wasn’t because he liked those places.Not only, at least.He has women with big chests to work around the place.Sometimes, he stops his work, just to look and flirt.

Hobbies:His favourite hobby is staring at chests and have Clavis next to him, telling him that women with beautiful legs are the best.Another hobby of his is making a chaos in his house and calling Yves, only to laugh while he runs away.

Favourite type of food:Jin eats foods with lots of protein.He likes to eat everything tasty.He is one of those that trick Yves into cooking.

Favourite drink(s):Jin is used to drinking alcohol and he doesn’t get drunk easily.He enjoys cocktails from his bar and juices.He is okay with tea as well.

THE END.

NadiaSilver~

AN:Thank you very much for reading, and i’m sorry for repeating so many words!I hope you enjoyed it!Also, my requests are open to everyone!I write for ikemen revolution, ikemen vampire and ikemen prince!

That's so crack-ish and cute🤣

Clavis Remembers A Certain Day

🍦 rating: PG-13

🍦 genre: wholesome, family, crack

Clavis: True story, Jin. The events I’m about to share, unbelievable though they may seem, actually happened.

Jin: (raises stein to his mouth) Do tell.

Clavis: Tell I shall. (takes a thoughtful sip from his cup of juice) 

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Remedies of the Night

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Kiss Me Wholly

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet x Reader

Word Count ~ 328 (ficlet)

Author's Note ~ This detailed kiss was requested by a lovely anon, whose ask I answered here! I hope you enjoy it, anon. 🥰

He is sensual; unbridled heat swaddled in the mystery of outgoing passion. He is confidence; intense waves of charm and magnetism rolling over you like the depths of a churning ocean. Each move, decisive, with the casualty of a stroll in the park. You wonder how he manages to get your heart racing with a single glance, a throwaway wink, or the brush of his hand ghosting over your skin, in the simplest of ways. You were thrown into such disarray by the tiniest of transactions with him that when he kissed you, you nearly thought yourself deceased. For you moved not an inch, the shock too much to absorb in a single second. It was chaste, quick, and very unlike him. The soft flush of his cheeks told you that he had thought the same. But however brief it may have been, you already missed his warmth, and the lingering taste of whiskey from his pillowy lips. You moved forward, closing yourself into his embrace once more, and gazed into his eyes, praying he would find it in him to read your mind. 

Luck was on your side, for his massive palm found the nape of your neck in an instant, pulling your lips onto his, swallowing your surprised yelp into his awaiting mouth as every ounce of desire poured into you at once with a beastly ferocity. It was as though the river of ardor could not run dry from this man as his lips parted, his tongue darting out to taste yours, then locking it in a daring and fiery dance. You weren't sure if it was you moaning or him - possibly both - as his free hand roamed the soft planes of your body, squeezing and claiming the places he favored most. You would have to relearn these places later, as you were too heady with desire to notice where his lingering touches reposed. But worry not, he has no trouble teaching this lesson twice. 

~

Tags for the lovelies: @aquagirl1978 @violettduchess @ikehoe @rhodolitesroseforclavis @atelieredux

🦅🎊Happy Birthday Jin🎊🦅

Hi Violet! I just now remembered that I was going to send in this ask. 😮‍💨🥴 Thank you for taking this request!

I would love some Princely headcanons for an insecure plus sized fem!Reader/MC. She just isn't feeling herself at the moment and doesn't feel like she's beautiful enough for her Prince. How would the princes react/comfort her?

Thanks so much, my dear! I already adore what you've shown me, I can't wait to see what you might add. 🥺❤

A/N: Thank you for the ask, L. Who doesn't need to feel loved? I hope I could do this justice.

TW: the f!reader is filled with feelings of self-loathing about her weight

Suitors: @randonauticrap 's favorite princes: Jin, Sariel and of course, Chevalier

WC: 1568

Due to the content, the writing is after the break.

Jin Grandet

You stand in front of the mirror, gold frames and plane glass warping into a blurry vision of smeared gold and streaked silver as you blink against the hot tears filling your eyes. You reach up with heavy hands, pulling on either side of the corseted dress for the upteenth time, struggling to make the ends meet. Again, they don’t and again that feeling churns inside you, like frothy foam on an ocean of self-loathing. The beautiful material falls from your fingers. You don’t deserve to even touch it. It's not meant for women who look like you.

At that moment, Jin steps into the bedroom you share, chattering something about Clavis and chili peppers and ice cream, but he stops short when he sees you, the inward slope of your shoulder, the way you turn your face away from him, the dark purple jeweled satin abandoned, now pooled at your feet. The flow of words stops abruptly, your body language as clear as a hand violently clamping over his mouth. 

He approaches you from behind, garnet eyes smoldering with emotion as he reaches out, his large hands resting on your shoulders for a moment. They slide down the soft skin of your upper arms and you force yourself to remain still, to resist the urge to pull away. One strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you tenderly against the hard planes of his body. The other hand rises to capture your chin, urging you to lift your face. He murmurs your name, his dusky voice entreating you to look up and into the mirror.

You raise your eyes to look into the glass. He asks you what you see. Your voice is silenced by a mace of antipathy slamming into you and you almost choke on the spikes. You whisper something about a dress that won’t close and a body not worthy of anyone’s gaze, let alone his touch.

Jin glances down at the dress and with one foot, casually kicks it away from both of you, sending it sliding off into exile under the settee. His voice isn’t entreating anymore when he tells you, commands you, to meet his gaze in the mirror again. 

Instructing you to never take your eyes off of him, he bends his long body around you from behind, his lips touching your cheek, still tracked with tears. His hands move over your skin, over and under the linen shift you wear. With his body, his whispered words and heated mouth, his gentle but demanding hands, he touches all of you, gilding you  with his love, his desire, his need for you and only you. The ocean inside churns not with loathing but lust, not distaste but desire. The seas part and you rise, resplendent, buffeted by the winds of his devotion. 

Sariel Noir

He finds you curled up in bed, heavy velvet curtains drawn against the moonlight, against a full moon no less. Normally you would be snuggled up in the window seat, book in hand, allowing the argent light to pour over you, to bathe you in its glow.

The brevity of the few exchanged words as he enters, the monotone of your answers, the way you fight to disappear. He sighs heavily. This is not new to him. These demons are always within you, more often than not dormant…but sometimes, like now, they escape, clawing their way to the forefront of your mind, laughing maniacally in the face of your paper-thin self confidence.

It takes a demon to defeat other demons. Sariel prepares for battle, removing his clothing piece by piece. Austere jacket, dark pants, undershirt. He folds them all meticulously. Lastly, he lays his glasses on the nightstand before sliding under the blankets. Only you know the corded muscle that lies underneath the buttons and fixtures of his clothing. His skin is cool, familiar. An immediate balm to all the inflammatory thoughts rolling around inside your mind. 

He pulls you against him, his body curling around yours. One knowing hand reaches to hold you around the waist and automatically the demons in your mind try to push him away. He shouldn’t touch you, not when you feel like this, unwieldy and unattractive, uncomfortable in your own skin. But Sariel is not one to be deterred from anything he wants. His arm wraps around you, like a band of iron, and pulls you even closer. His midnight voice pours words into your ear, how you belong to him, how you can never, ever escape because he will never, ever allow it. How all of you, every single pillowy curve, every handful of flesh, is his to hold, his to claim, his to worship.

You have no choice but to relent, your body bending to his will, to the pull of his palms and the insistence of his fingers. His touch scours the planes of your body, chasing demons, crushing them under the weight of his will and his love for you. 

And when you roll over in the circle of his arms, your expression is clear. All he sees is the moonlight in your eyes that counters his own dark shadows. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then lower, kissing your mouth. He parts your lips and you melt against him, your mind and body wholly and completely his.

Chevalier Michel

You hear him come into the suite you share, the measured footsteps following the sound of the door closing. He calls your name and you swallow hard, forcing the thorny ball of self-hate down, down, down, down to the depths from whence it came. It leaves deep scratches in its wake, a pain that is at once shocking and terrifyingly familiar.

Bodily you sink further down into the large, claw-footed bathtub. You had poured a generous amount of the pink liquid into the water, birthing hundreds of soft bath bubbles not because they smelled good (although they did, like summer roses) but to hide your body from view. You didn’t want to get a glimpse of yourself even under the glassy, undulating cover of water. He calls for you again and you clear your throat, sweep away the ashes of loathing, before calling out that you are in the bath.

He steps into the room of white tile and gold trimming, looking as regal in this setting as he does in his office or in the throne room. You force your lips to move, to lift into a smile, hoping he is too tired from his meetings, from the heavy lifting of running a country to look too closely. Hope has a snowball's chance in hell because Chevalier Michel misses nothing, especially when it comes to the woman who captured his heart. 

“What’s wrong?”

Those words are your undoing. Burying your face in your hands, water and bubbles sluicing down your arms, you release the poisonous thoughts that have been corroding your mind. You are not beautiful enough for a man like him. You know people wonder what he sees in you. How could he be with someone who looks like that? How could a man as perfect as chiseled marble even want a woman whose body is soft, a body that spills out of clothing, that folds and bends and ripples like water. He deserves better. He deserves perfection. You are far from that.

Your words spill out of you, falling from your lips like teardrops. They feel slippery on the tongue. They sting like jellyfish tentacles. Chevalier does not interrupt. He does not offer words of comfort. He stands in his beautifully pressed clothing, pristine as angel song, and he listens. 

Eventually you run out of things to say. Your hands still cover your face, your breath warm, the air sickeningly sweet with the scent of rose-colored bubbles. The bathroom is quiet until you hear the susurrus of clothing falling to the floor. Your hands fall down as well, splashing into the water in surprise as a very naked Chevalier Michel lowers himself into the bathtub. Normally the disparity between the foamy bubbles and his serious visage would spark a laugh, but right now no spark stands a chance against the damp curtain of sadness hanging over your heart.

He leans back, arms resting on the rim of the porcelain tub, his head tilted as he regards you. And then he speaks, his tone rocksteady, as he reminds you that he accepts nothing but the best. That in no aspect of his life would he ever settle. Especially when it comes to where he places his trust. The person he chooses to love. He reminds you that once he commanded you to love him, an order from the king. Absolute.  Only a simpleton would believe that the reverse wouldn’t be true. He loves you too. Absolutely. 

“Come here.” He makes a motion with his hand and as with everything, the force of his will is undeniable. You slide forward, water displacing in gentle waves, and take his hand as he turns you and then pulls you against him, settling your back to his chest. 

His time, his words, his touch, his resolute declaration of love are the antidote you needed. Tension finally seeps from your muscles into the warm water as you settle back against him. His arms are your castle. Here you will always be safe and loved.

Exactly as you are.

💜

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Howdy Aqua! I still owe you a Jin prompt, so how about touches #1? Take your time and have fun, thank you!

Howdy Scorchie, thanks for the request! It's a few hours early, but Happy Birthday Jin! (Tagging @randonauticrap - come collect your man)

The First Day - Jin Grandet x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Part of my New Year, New Celebration event

Pairing: Jin Grandet x Reader

Prompt: touching foreheads

Tags: fluff - Jin as a dad

A tiny hand tugged at the hem of his long coat; an even tinier voice spoke.

"Daddy?"

Jin immediately stopped in his tracks and looked down. His young daughter looked up at him; with the exception of his garnet eyes, she was the spitting image of you.

"Daddy?" she repeated, her voice even softer this time.

Jin knelt on the ground, putting himself at her eye level. "What's the matter?" he asked, his voice almost as soft as hers.

"I'm scared..."

"I know it's scary, kiddo. It's your first day of school." He rested a gentle hand on her shoulder, his warmth reassuring. "Can I tell you a secret?"

Your watched from afar as Jin spoke to your daughter in a hushed voice, not as the King of Rhodolite, but as an adoring father. Your heart filled with warmth as you watched the pair share a secret meant for their ears only.

Your daughter nodded solemnly, her gaze never leaving Jin's as she leaned her head towards his, curious to hear her father's secret.

"I've been scared before."

The young child gasped, her eyes widening. "You were scared?"

Jin chuckled, his eyes crinkling, amused by his daughter's shock. "Yes, everyone's been scared at one point or another in their life. Even adults. And it's okay to be scared."

"What did you do when you were scared?"

"I carried something from a loved one. It always made me feel safe. Loved. When I was your age, it was a trinket from my mom, your grandmother. But these days," Jin said, tilting his face towards you, winking, "I carry a handkerchief your mother gave me."

The little girl looked sadly at her empty hands. "But I didn't bring anything from my loved ones!"

"We'll have to remedy that, then." Jin patted his pockets, searching for a trinket to give his little girl, but came up empty. "Ah, I know!" He slipped off the bracelet on his wrist, a small feather charm dangling from the cord. "It's a little big for your wrist, but you can put this in your pocket."

She looked down at her hands; no longer empty, she held the bracelet in her hands like it was the most precious thing in the world. She beamed brightly as she tucked the bracelet in her pocket as Jin told her, her earlier fears receding.

Opening his arms for a hug, your daughter melted in his embrace; their foreheads touching, a smile as bright as the sun adorned her angelic face.

Jin turned his face, his gaze catching yours. He mouthed your name, waving you over. With a smile, you joined your husband a daughter, wrapping your arms around your family.

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The Perfect Gift

Pairing ~ Jin Grandet x Reader

Word Count ~ 2.3k

Author's Note ~ It took forever for me to decide what to do with my favorite Ikepri man, but I think I finally thought up the perfect gift for him. I hope you enjoy, and Happy Birthday, darling Jin!!

Warning ~ Explicit smut; dry humping, oral sex, penetration, creampie, dirty talk, titty fucking, body worship, femme!dom

Minors DNI

"It's your birthday, not mine, baby." You chuckled, popping the lollipop Jin handed you in your mouth and swirling it around on your tongue. 

"No matter what day it is, I have to spoil my girl. Didn't you know that? Besides," he said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Something sweet before something sweeter never hurt." He winked, sending a vicious shiver down your spine that came to rest right in your core. This was the first moment you'd caught with Jin alone all day; The First Prince's birthday was quite the event in the palace, and he'd had visitors from all over the kingdom come to wish him well. But you had promised to wish him well in a… different sort of way, in matters of more sensual pursuit. You could tell he was excited to see what you had in store for him, as you told him that you would be treating him this time. 

You were excited too, and yet you couldn't help but be a little nervous alongside it. You weren't used to taking control in the bedroom, but since his birthday was only once a year, you wanted to let him sit back and enjoy. Could the lollipop be a prop? Maybe I could use it for something. Or wouldn't that be too sticky? Well, we're going to be sticky anyway… 

Your thoughts raced as you stepped forward to get to work on Jin's buttons, unfastening and tugging to make the material more cooperative. Jin must have sensed your unease, because in one moment you were staring down a particularly stubborn button, and in the next, you were met with the backs of Jin's massive hands covering your own tenderly. 

"Hey," he murmured, coaxing your eyes up to meet his. "It doesn't have to be perfect. Nothing has to be perfect. I love you, and I think you're sexy no matter what you do, even when you're passed out cold with your mouth open and your hair sticking up everywhere." A laugh burst out of you as the sincerity of his words wrapped an unseen blanket of warmth around your heart. You truly didn't deserve this man. 

His encouragement had lit a spark inside of you, and you kissed his lips in thanks before pulling apart the rest of his buttons and dropping his vest in the floor beside you. You nearly groaned in frustration at the presence of more buttons on his undershirt, but you stopped yourself, realizing that a wonderful opportunity had just been presented to you. So you pressed closer to Jin and took hold of the tops of his clothed thighs, spreading them apart to make room for you to stand between them, and nestled into the newly available space. A stolen glance at Jin's face brought your awareness to his intrigued smirk, but he stayed silent, intent on letting you have your way. You let your hands roam your lover's chiseled body as you dipped your head to his shirt buttons, working them undone one by one with your teeth and tongue, and kissing every newly exposed patch of skin after the fact before moving on to the next. 

He hummed contentedly above you while you worked, absorbing the devotion you bestowed on him, relishing the feeling of being loved, and loved properly. He still wasn't fully sure he understood why you loved him so much, but to see you so happy to love him, he couldn't turn you away, and if he really admitted the truth to himself, he didn't want to turn you away; not anymore. A clink and a tug in his lower region snapped Jin back into the present. You had already taken care of his shirt and tie, and had moved on to his trousers. 'You're so beautiful,' he thought to himself as you tugged his trousers loose and met his eyes. 'And so damn sexy.' He took the hint and stood, letting you pull his pants and his boxers down in one go. 

You were never let down by how much Jin stiffened for you, and gawping at his impressive shaft was never out of the question. This time was no different as he sprang free of his boxers, already half erect and eagerly awaiting your touch. Before your thoughts caught up with you, you had pulled the lollipop from your mouth with a pop! and had taken the tip of your lover's length between your lips instead, bobbing up and down on it hungrily, tasting the remnants of the cherry flavor on your tongue as you swept it across the dips and veins of his cock. He groaned and bucked against you involuntarily, so you pressed your hands against the beautiful dipping V of his hips to steady him as you pulsed around his growing member. 

When he was satisfactorily throbbing, you replaced his cock with the lollipop in your mouth again and pushed him back onto the plush pillows gently with one hand. "Watch." You commanded softly and derobed yourself, letting his eyes feast on your supple skin as the constraints of your clothes fell away. You watched his gaze fix on your breasts, and you bounced them in your hands for him, savoring how his cock twitched at the mere sight of them. You tweaked your nipples and lowered over his cock, taking it into the valley between them and pushing them together to surround it. You watched Jin's mouth fall slack as you began to slide his shaft up and down between the swells of your breasts and fuck him with your tits. 

"Oh, fuck." He groaned, his head thudding back onto the pillow as though he'd lost the strength to hold it up. 

You continued to suck on the cherry lollipop while you pressed your tits together on either side of Jin's hardened length, bouncing up and down lasciviously. His precum drizzled onto your breasts and you hummed around the candy in your mouth, closing your eyes in order to properly lose yourself in the sensation. 

"Babygirl, I-" the hoarseness of his voice had you easing off of his straining cock and crawling up his body, hungrily taking in the vast expanse of his heaving chest, laid out and pretty, just for you. 

"Mmm Jin," you moaned, tasting his name on your tongue and reveling in how sick with need you sounded. His face was fully flush and his gaze unguarded, staring up at you with unbridled lust and awe. You wanted to keep him that way, pliant and writhing beneath you, until you squeezed the last drop of his seed out of him and into you. You discarded the lollipop on the bedside table, eager to taste something more carnal instead. 

Bracing yourself against his pec, you let your thumb take a few swipes across his hardened peak and he buckled harder beneath you, his stomach muscles contracting beneath your bare core. "You wanna be a good boy for me, Jin?" You murmured, reaching behind you with your other hand to tap his erected shaft against your plush ass. He groaned in response, fighting everything within himself to flip you over and fuck you senseless. Instead, he settled with a harsh nod, unsure of what else you had in store, but certain that any sort of progression was better than the intensity of this waiting. 

"Mmm I'm so glad." You hummed, giving him a generous stroke before using your other hand as leverage to drag your damp core across his abdominal muscles, a sigh escaping your lips at the friction it so graciously gave to you. Jin's muscles slackened and you stole a glance at his face, which had stilled in near-shock to watch your pussy glide across him. Internally, you giggled, pleased that you could throw him off guard like this, but at the same time, you needed to remedy this fairly quickly. You slid your left hand up to the tip of his leaking member and pressed the pad of your thumb onto the tip.

"Urgh-" He grunted, his muscles tensing back up immediately. 

"Now you keep that stomach nice and tight for me, handsome." You purred, leaning forward to capture his hungry lips with your own before sliding forward on his protruding stomach muscles and moaning softly into his mouth. He swallowed your sounds with fervor, keeping an ironclad grip on your hips; you couldn't wait to see his large, encompassing handprints there for weeks. 

He helped rock you back and forth on his abs, taking over moving you as you lost yourself to the sensation; head thrown back, eyes closed, and mouth open, his name dripping from your lips like the juices at your base. You felt the heat rushing to your core and you slowed, enjoying each protrusion along his abdomen with your slick center, enough to keep the reddened flush on your skin, but not enough to send you over the edge. After several more enticing swipes across your lover's abs, you sat back on your haunches and observed the pooling liquid you had left behind in between each muscle, claiming him as your own. 

You smiled, your eyes still glazed over with need, pleased that you had this wonderful man all to yourself. But you couldn't lose sight of your goal now, and reached back behind you to give Jin's length several promising pumps. He twitched, his garnet eyes never straying from yours as you began to lavish him again. 

Suddenly, he growled. "Babygirl, of you don't hurry up, I'm gonna-"

"Shh…" you cooed, leaning forward to claim his lips and letting your tits drag in your slick before presenting them to him to partake of. He wasted no time and palmed them with his sizable hands before taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking, groaning as he realized what they were coated with. 

"Fuck, baby, you taste so good." He grunted, licking and suckling your breasts until they were sore and sensitive and placing a gentle kiss on each stiffened nipple before releasing you to scoot back onto his lap. You already felt like you might burst when you raised onto your knees and lined your entrance with Jin's throbbing member, but you lost the edge of the sensation as Jin's cock stretched you and a twinge of pain lit up your insides. 

You must have been grimacing, because you felt Jin's fingers find your clit and begin to work it, whispering sweet words as you adjusted. "You've got it, babygirl, I know you do." He murmured, his fingers working magic on your sensitive nub. You cried out as he worked you open and allowed your eyes to roll back in your head as he helped you lower down onto him further, until he was fully sheathed inside of you. "Just like that, baby." Jin choked in a whisper. "Like it was made for you." He purred, his hands returning to your breasts to play with your nipples while he awaited your next move. 

You let yourself sit still on him for a few moments, feeling each spasm of his cock inside of you; each vein and cavity moving against your throbbing core, and you nearly lost yourself then, but you continued to edge yourself on him and let out a wanton moan when your walls clenched around him suddenly. Your eyes and mind had closed to everything but Jin's girth all the way inside you, but purposeful hands on your hips brought you back to reality, pulling you forward to curve the shaft inside of you at a different angle, where it reached that perfect spot inside of you. 

"J-Jin!" You cried out as he worked you back and forth on his cock, plunging deeper inside of you when his own hips came up to meet you. "Ah!" Your cries were coming swiftly now, plentiful in the silence between skin slapping skin. His groans came to join you as he held you in place while he rutted up into you from below. 

"Urgh- fuck!" He grunted as your walls began to clench and spasm around his member. 

"Jiiiiiin!" You mewled, the pleasure overtaking you as your orgasm ripped through your body. "Ah! Ah!" You continued to cry out as Jin spilled his seed into you, his hands now clenching your buttcheeks to keep you firmly seated on him while you received his cum. You shook violently, thankful you had nowhere to go but Jin's broad chest, and once your highs began to fade, that is where you landed. Your mouth was close enough to enclose one of his nipples in a blissed out kiss and flick of your tongue before turning your face upward to meet his lips with your own. 

"Mmmm happy birthday, Jin." You giggled softly between sensuous kisses. 

"I don't see how my birthday could get any better." He murmured onto your lips. 

"I do." You replied, a smile creeping onto your face. 

"Oh yeah? How's that?" He asked dubiously. 

"Yves and I made a cake." You smiled proudly, stroking his bare chest with your fingertips. 

"Ooh, two desserts in a single afternoon. I do think it got better." He chuckled, then tilted your chin further up to capture your lips again. "And by this evening it'll be three." He winked and your blush returned almost immediately. You snickered and kissed him again. 

"You've gotta let me rest before you mess me up like that again." 

"You rested before you met me."

"Jin!"

A raucous laughter escaped him as you whacked his arm playfully before settling once again into his warm embrace. "Alright, alright, we'll rest."

"And shower."

"Showers don't count as rest."

"Jin!"

He laughed loudly again and pulled you impossibly closer. "Kidding. I love you, baby."

"I love you too." And with this last admission, you drifted to sleep, encased in your lover's warmth.

~

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First of Many - Chapter 1: First Prince

Chapter List

Word Count: ~3900

Chapter Content Warnings: None

A/N: It finally begins! This isn't quite a birthday fic, but having the deadline really pushed me to finishing this chapter. Introductions are not my strong suit, so I'm hoping the following chapters will be easier now that this hurdle has been cleared.

For more details and spoiler/content warnings, please refer to the chapter list (linked above). Glad to have you along for this journey!

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. After all, there are only so many ways an assassination attempt could end up. Either the target is dead or alive, and the assassin captured or home-free. Jin didn’t focus much on the middle details because only the ending really mattered. But as he stood in front of the still-living king, tears spilling down the throne instead of blood, he couldn’t help but wonder at what point it all went wrong.

Minutes dragged on in awkward glances and involuntary fidgeting, but Jin remained rooted to his spot. Perhaps he jumped too quickly to conclusions. Sunset spilled through the high windows like a fiery flood, blazing every surface in the room a deep red, from the scarlet walls to the ruby throne to the king’s crimson hair. It was entirely possible what he saw before was only a trick of the light. If he could get one more look into those eyes, he’d see it was all his imagination. Then he’d pick himself up and leave this place forever.

But the king’s face was still buried in his hands, and he was sobbing harder than ever. 

Why was he crying? If anyone should be crying it was Jin. Jin, who spent the past year scraping by on the scraps of tithers without a second glance. Who worked at the mercy of scum and cheats pulling the weight of men multiple times his age. Who lost his entire world in an instant, and scoured mountains and valleys on foot just to answer why. Why had this all happened to him?

“Your Majesty!” called a deep voice. The doors burst open with a clamor of metal and swishing of robes. Men barreled over the threshold, pushing past and knocking into each other in their advance on the throne. Stunned, Jin covered his head and ducked away from the stampede.

“We heard yelling!” 

“What has happened, Your Majesty?” 

“Where is the child?” 

The voices carried across the high ceilings as Jin crawled into a corner. He lost his chance. These men, they surely have come to dispose of him like the criminal he was.

But he had to know. He needed to know the truth before they took him away. Clutching his heaving chest, Jin craned his neck as high as he could manage, though he could barely see above the swords adorning the men’s hips as they besieged the throne. He slowly pushed his quivering knees to stand, heart rattling against his palm, and approached the congregation. He could just make out sunlight glinting off the crown when a voice screeched from his side.

“There he is!”

And many things happened in quick succession. All eyes turned on him, and aside from the king’s renewed tears and a ringing that sprouted in Jin’s ears, the room fell deathly silent. A man in dark plum robes barked orders. The company parted, creating a path between the throne and Jin. Through it, six armored men approached, extracting their swords from their sheaths.

The ringing intensified as the soldiers grew closer. Jin’s feet were glued to the blood-red carpet. He hugged his chest and crouched, burrowing his face in his knees. His eyes stung and he shut them tightly. He was not like the king. He wouldn’t give them the satisfaction of seeing him cry when they ended it. It would be quick and over with. Then they could forget about the orphan boy who ever dared point a blade at royalty.

But the blade never fell. Blinking through the blinding light, Jin slowly raised his head. The soldiers stood in a circle, backs towards him, pointing their swords at the now dispatched bystanders. 

“Can you stand?” a soldier to the right asked. He looked over his shoulder, armor flickering in the sun. Jin opened his mouth but no sound came out. Instead, he tightened his taut legs and stood. The soldier nodded to the others, and as a unit they began to march. Jin had little choice but to follow in their procession toward the door.

This made sense; why sully the illustrious throne room with the blood of a lowly crook? They were taking him to a second location, far away from the prying eyes of those highbred hoity toits. 

The hallways were steep and cavernous. They reminded Jin of the caves he slept in on his journey; cold, and stiff, and echoing. But unlike his dark, desolate caves, these halls were gleaming and littered with eyes.

Eyes peering from behind gloves and fans and books and hats and folded sheets and boxed goods and emblazoned shawls and fur coats and people… all pointed squarely at Jin. He could see faces behind those eyes, some were whispering to each other or gasping as he passed, but none looked human. They all towered above him, like beasts trying to catch a glimpse of the latest prey on the chopping block.

Even though he couldn’t hear what they were saying, their piercing gazes clambored in his head like bells. He turned away and stared out the colossal windows lining the opposite wall, desperate to refocus his thoughts. The sun dipped lower now, casting uniform shadows crawling across the floors. Window panels and valances and curtains stretched along the floors as homogeneously as the soldiers surrounding him, and Jin timed his breaths with each repeating pattern.

Curtain, valence, panel, curtain, breathe. Curtain, valence, panel, curtain, breathe.

It seemed to be working. The sounds of the soldiers’ stomping were clearing up.

Curtain, valence, panel, curtain, breathe.

He lowered his arms from his chest and rested them at his sides. His knife sat comfortably in his pocket. They hadn’t taken it from him.

Curtain, valence, panel, curtain, breathe.

There were six of them and one of him. Not a single one was facing him, they were too busy pushing the audience to the sides and keeping them at bay. They passed by various branching corridors, many of which were empty.

Curtain, valence, panel… bump?

Jin halted his steps and whipped his head to the last set they passed. Where the other curtains hung immobile and wrinkle-free, this one had a tiny fist clutching onto its edge. Directly below its tasseled holdback, a small head stuck out from behind the fabric, though against the early rays of twilight Jin could only make out the eyes. Two protuberant eyes, as golden and resplendent as the setting sun behind them.

They were most unlike the eyes of the other onlookers. While those were invasive and grim and glaring at him from high above, these were soft and curious and at his level. For a reason he couldn’t explain, Jin wanted to call out to them, but the soldier positioned in the rear knocked into him as he backed up.

“Keep moving,” the soldier commanded as they untangled from each other. Jin tossed a final glance at the curtain and watched it sway unoccupied before continuing to walk. He could not fall into the breathing pattern again.

As soon as the soldier returned to formation, Jin extracted the parchment sitting in his back pocket. Sighing in relief it wasn’t ruined, he unfolded the paper and read the words now permanently etched into his brain:

Jin, you must never go anywhere near Rhodolite Palace. If you go near that place, they might kill you.

He ran his fingers across the fading script, taking extra care not to crease it any more than it already was. Hundreds of times he’d folded and unfolded the paper to the point where he feared it would tear even if he so much as looked at it the wrong way. But he would never let that happen. It was the only proof of her existence. He could claim she raised him and hugged him and loved him, but recitals could only travel so far. Someone here had to know about her. And even if they took his life before he could meet them, at least her words would still be preserved. He slipped the parchment back into his pocket.

But what good would that do after he was gone? Would they know he was her son? That he braved across kingdoms in search of answers? Of the trials and tribulations he endured on his quest for the truth? The thought that he would be forgotten didn’t worry him as much as if she was. Of all the stories she told about Rhodolite, of its grandeur and nobility, he could not understand how there could be anything or anyone more deserving of such titles than she.

A soft click from behind broke him out of his thoughts. Panic stabbed Jin’s limbs anew as he turned and latched on to the door handle, jiggling it frantically, but to no avail. The door stood stubborn and unmoving, just as his mind had been. Why had he let himself get so caught up in his thoughts when he knew precisely the danger he was in? Now he was paying for his buffoonery; they’d gone and thrown him in a dungeon until they figured out how to get rid of him.

Would they get it done quickly? Those guards certainly didn’t seem shy about splaying their weapons. Or would they leave him to starve? The terrifying gazes of the people in the hallway resurfaced. Did nobles get a sick sense of satisfaction watching their prisoners descend into madness? They were certainly puzzling with their execution. Who puts a gilded door knob in a prison cell?

Jin pried his sweaty hands off the brass handle and turned. The room was dark, save for the final bursts of sunset fighting through thick window curtains. In their faint rays he could make out tiny specs of dust scattering through the air as he caught his breath, and he wiped his fraying sleeves across his forehead while his eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Definite objects soon swam into view. Nearest to him stood a tall brown cabinet, easily three times his size, with handles that sparkled even more magnificently in the dim light than the one on the door. On the opposite wall near the window sat a short writing desk with nothing on it except a wide oval mirror, a half-melted candlestick, and a visible layer of dust. Taking up the majority of the center of the room was a bed, a large white cloth draped over its entirety. 

Though the furniture was all comfortably well distanced, Jin still cautiously wound his way across the room, taking care not to knock into anything, and ripped open the curtains. As he suspected, the ground lay what seemed like a mile below, and the sun cradled back against the horizon as though goading him to try and jump. 

What was the cause of the delay, he thought again. Stubbornness started to take over as his mind calmed down in the quiet. Were they postponing his end in favor of something else? Jin understood children were prone to impatience, but making him wait for his own death seemed excessively rude. 

He pressed his hand on his back, the familiar warmth of the oily parchment seeping into his back. This wasn’t the end. There had to be a way out. He refused to stay put waiting for them to make the first move.

Jin pulled on the curtains until they ripped free from their hangings. Coughing out the dust that fell, he tied the two ends together and triple-knotted one end of the extended curtain around his waist. He tossed the unused remains of the curtain away from the windowsill and pushed on the glass. The wooden frame creaked loudly with a crunchiness indicating it hadn’t been opened in years, but Jin managed to wrench it open with several well-timed shoves. He grabbed the other free end of the curtain, tossed it out into the cool night air, and watched it lazily fall about a quarter of the distance to the ground.

Chuffing angrily, Jin reeled the curtains back in and began searching around the room for more fabric. One touch of the cloth covering the bed was enough to tell him it wouldn’t work; the material was so flimsy he could rip it apart without much difficulty. And the bed itself was free of blankets and bedsheets. The desk proved little use as well. It was too wobbly to tie a base too, and he couldn’t manage to open its drawers no matter how much he shook it. 

This left the cabinet, which Jin partially hoped he wouldn’t have to search. He hadn’t feared monsters hiding in the closet for sometime now, but he’d never looked inside the closet of a rich person, much less a palace. Could this be where they hid the remains of those poor souls they imprisoned? Shuddering slightly, he grasped the cold metallic handle and pulled.

It wasn’t filled with monsters or bodies. It wasn’t even filled with severed limbs or bloodied weapons, which Jin considered briefly. No, the cabinet was overflowing with dresses. A veritable rainbow of the poofiest dressed Jin had ever seen. Gentle lilac and bold cobalt and striking olive assaulted his view as the compressed gowns expanded to full width in their newfound freedom, and Jin madly swung his arms to cut through their fluffy embrace. Once his hand whacked against wood, he climbed inside and continued his search, blindly groping the contents until he at last located a pile of folded sheets. 

Cheering internally (the plush skirts muffled his voice), Jin clambered out of the closet and extracted his knife. He sliced the sheets into shears, not caring how neat the cuts came out, and quickly began tying the ends together as he did before. Night fell rapidly around him, and Jin wished his captors would have had the decency to leave a candle in his cell. Not that he was afraid of the dark. He wasn’t that young. But he didn’t complain about the steady rise of the full moon either, even knowing it would make concealing his escape more challenging.

He stopped counting after fifty knots, adding extra ones in between slips for added reinforcement. A fabric snake wormed its way around the floor, growing until it reached each corner of the room. When he at last used up the final shear, Jin grabbed the free end of his cloth serpent and secured it to a bedpost with multiple knots. He did what he could. He only hoped it was long enough.

He pocketed his knife, double-checked his mother’s letter was still on him, and returned to the window. Putting his weight in his arms, he began hoisting himself over the windowsill, but knocked his knee against a corner and tripped. The windowsill splintered and broke clean off the wall, and Jin nervously wound his makeshift rope around his fingers as it crumbled to the floor. Would the knots be strong enough to support his weight the entire way down? 

Footsteps sounding from the hall froze him on the spot, but they soon passed the door without stopping. Scrambling back up, Jin grabbed the side of the writing desk and pushed it in front of the window. He tried to ignore the way the legs shrilled against the wooden floor.

It’ll only be a sec. I’ll jump out right away, he thought to himself, hoping whoever strolled outside was too far away to hear the commotion. The desk was the perfect height to perch by the window, and Jin occupied his mind with thoughts of weightless birds and floaty dresses as he climbed. 

He secured his hands on the window frame and peered down. The moon shone brightly against the cloudless sky, illuminating the pointed dewy grass below like a bed of spikes. Jin stepped back and wiped his palms on his shirt—when did they get so sweaty? It must have been from all the knotting, a natural reaction to a day’s hard work. That was probably why his vision was going all swirly too… from all those hooks and loops…. And his shaky legs… a perfectly reasonable response to—

Crash!

Jin instinctively curled into a ball the moment the desk snapped. His back collided with the ground first, and his legs wedged in place where a floorboard popped loose. The desk collapsed in front of him, its mirror exploding into hundreds of flying  sharp slices that scraped his knees, and the force of the landing knocked the previously locked drawer out, its contents cracking and rolling and scattering across the floor.

Jin sat still for a while and held his breath. He was listening for sounds of anyone approaching from the hall. When it seemed no one heard the crash, he pulled himself out from the hole and inspected the damage. Aside from some minor cuts and bruises, he was unharmed, but he still hissed scornfully at his blunder. He wasn’t afraid of the dark, never. But of all times to maybe pick up a fear of heights…

He moved to check the desk debris. It consisted mostly of papers, quills, and several ink bottles which all shattered in the fall. Black liquid flowed from the wreckage, staining the wood and parchment around it, and Jin began throwing them off to the side as he thought of a new plan. 

The bed was much too large for him to push, and there wasn’t anything solid in the cabinet. He could probably pile all the dresses and climb over them, the skirts seemed sturdy enough, but he might end up slipping in all those soft garments. As he pondered the possibility of death by fabric suffocation, something familiar caught his eye. He held one of the fallen papers and scanned the header; it was the same script that adorned the letter in his pocket. 

My prince,

Thank you for showing me the rose garden today. All my life I’ve lived in Rhodolite and never have I seen such beautiful flowers! I didn’t even know roses could be those colors, we truly live in a blessed kingdom. It seems a shame we cannot share it with everyone.

And speaking of which, thank you for listening to me today as well. I’m really sorry to have troubled you with my problems. We each have our assigned roles to play, and yet I’m already flubbing in the first week. I am sure Lord Magnum is second guessing my appointment as I write this, I’m supposed to be studying trade relations with Benitoite right now, but I am still overwhelmed at the thought that I’ll be choosing the next king. Me! It is like a fairytale that I am even in the palace. And to have met you and the others, nothing could be more

Numbness took over every part of Jin’s body except his hands, which clamped even harder on the paper as he read it a second time. The blotches of ink tarnished the rest of the paper, but he could still make out the important bits. His mother had been here, he knew it.

He shuffled through the rest of the pages, but most were in even worse conditions than the first. He finally plucked one with a date in the header reading seven years prior.

My king,

Perhaps it is a bit premature to call you that, but I suppose I wanted to be the first. Belle may have a pure heart, but even she falls to her whims if they present themselves strongly enough. I am only human, after all. As are you.

But once I sign the proclamation tomorrow, I will cease to be Belle, and you a prince. I feel an exciting change is upon us, both as individuals and as a kingdom, and you taught me that. This past month has opened my eyes to many things, both wonderful and saddening, and while I know now that it is unreasonable to expect all our troubles can be solved in a single reign, I believe wholeheartedly that you are our greatest chance of achieving peace and prosperity. I say that not as Belle, but as myself. The woman who has fallen in love with 

Jin struggled with the bigger words of this letter, but felt he got the gist of it. Not only was she here, but she knew the king. Supposedly our “greatest chance of achieving peace and prosperity.” She could not be talking about the same man he left crying on the throne, was she? And love? To his knowledge, Jin was the only person she ever said “I love you” to.

Jin desperately clawed through the remaining letters. His hands stained with splattered ink as he shuffled tarnished page after page, only managing broken fragments and half-words. He splayed the ones he could save on the floor away from the flowing blackness, picking up anything he could salvage.

My love…

…they don’t like me…

…fear I am a burden…

…send me away…

…for our baby…

…I will always lo…

“As sensible as she was benevolent,” said a deep voice.

Jin snatched all the pages he could reach, clutched them to his chest, and turned around. Standing in the doorway was the tall plum robed man from the throne room, his grainy wrinkles and graying hair illuminated by the candelabra in his hand. The man bent low and snatched one of the pages Jin could not reach in time. Holding the single stainless corner in his fingers, he brought it up to the candlelight and read. Jin watched, horrified every time the fire swayed close to the paper.

“She was a free spirit, your mother. I could see her in you the moment I laid my eyes on you,” said the man, releasing the paper. It gently floated to the floor as he stepped past it and bent in front of Jin. “Of course, we are delighted to have her son back in his rightful home. We have been waiting many long years for your return, my prince.”

The man lowered the candelabra to the floor and bowed his head. Jin scooted backwards until he hit the wall. It couldn’t be true. Yet, a part of him deep down knew it was true. He didn’t want it to be true. He wanted to get out of this place. He wanted the ringing ears to come back, to drown out everything this man was saying. He was Jin Grandet. Six years old, orphan boy. Not a prince. Not in a million years.

“A wise decision on her part, you are still so young.” The man placed a hand into his robes. Jin automatically reached for his knife and stuck it out in front of him, panting heavily as he watched the man pull out a tightly rolled document.

“But legacy is everything here. We are sworn to protect and nurture it, generation after generation. For the greater good of the kingdom and its longevity.” He unfolded the paper and Jin stared at the gilded border and fancy penmanship that adorned the sheet. Most of it was too scripted for him to understand from afar, but again the familiar handwriting marked the bottom of the page. Two names; one he shared, and one he’d been searching for.

“Welcome home, Jin Grandet. First prince of Rhodolite.”

You guys have no idea how exhilarating it is seeing this chapter that I've been cooking up since last March finally written out. Here's to hoping it doesn't take till next March for me to finish it all!

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This is my 1st time making any type of request... I know you're busy...but if you're still taking Kiss requests, could I possibly ask for one of Jin Grandet from Ikemen Prince? Thank you. *bows*

A/N: a rain-filled day has given me some free time and so I am happy to say I managed to fulfill your request! Tagging @randonauticrap because she requested the same thing 💜

Jin x f! reader

Word Count: 510

Jin has held countless women in his arms. All sizes, all nationalities, women with social standings that span from barmaid to royal maiden and everything in-between. He has curved his strong fingers around bodies that melt into his touch, pliant with desire, lambent with need. His lips have traveled over the soft line between neck and shoulder, tasted mouths painted with expensive lipsticks and mouths colored only by the gentle stain of summer berries, and of course, most exciting to him, delved into the lush valley of various décolletages. He has appreciated every lover he has ever had. Maybe even skirted the dim line between lust and love. But he’s never crossed it.

Until you.

Now he understands the notion that one could have a thousand lovers, but when the right person enters your life, the memories of those ephemeral paramours vanish like mist in the morning sun.  You are that bright sunshine, banishing any thoughts of anyone else to the shadows, never to appear again. You are the only one he dreams of, the only one he wants, the only one who will ever be treated to the feel of his hands on your skin, the taste of his lips on your tongue. And the only one who knows that underneath the easy-going smile, under the rigid armor of his womanizing reputation, there is a heart of gold that beats with a desire not for sex, but for love. For tenderness. For acceptance. For forgiveness.

That is why for all his skill with fingers and tongue, teeth and hips, hugs and kisses, what you love most is when you take inititive and kiss him. The kind of kiss that starts when you catch his handsome face between your hands and lean forward, your mouth loving and gentle. It is this kind of kiss that robs him of his breath, that sends his heart into an unbridled gallop in his chest, the kind you can feel when you lay your hand there. You caress his cheek, smooth under your fingers, and you kiss the corner of his clever mouth, warm affection and satisfaction flooding you when his eyes close, his lips part, and he exhales, tremulous with disbelief. You love him. You love him and he does not know how he has gotten so damn lucky.

And then his mind empties of all thought because you are nuzzling his neck, running a hand over the back of it, pressing yourself closer against him. You hug him to you, his hard planes contrasting your soft curves, content to keep the feeling between you at a soft glow instead of stirring it into a roaring fire. You whisper in his ear how much you love him, how you will always love him, and his arms tighten around you involuntarily. Your fierce eagle. Your valiant protector. Your lover. Your best friend. He would be anything you need him to be if it kept you in his arms, murmuring luminous words of love into his ear that glide over him like warm drops of summer rain.

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Falling Ahead - Part 1

A mini-series inspired by the brilliant mind of @rhodolitesrose starring our ill-starred prince and his starstruck older brother and their starburst misadventures in pranking & baking throughout the years (with some guest stars along the for the ride). Sit back and enjoy the written account of these two upstarts superstars!

Ages: Yves (1), Clavis (4)

next part (coming soon)

“Clavis.”

“Look! I came all the way from the kitchen.”

“Clavis.”

“I have more cookies inside. Can you help me do that hallway?”

“Clavis!”

At Jin’s raised voice, Clavis jumped, scratched his head, then turned to his brother with a polite smile. “Please can you help me do that hallway?”

“Clavis, you’re making a mess,” Jin berated.

“Nuh uh! I made it neat in a line! Look, look!” Clavis held the half-cookie in place between his teeth and pointed with both hands at the straight line of crumbs following him up the hall and leading into a sitting room.

“Yeah, that’s still a mess,” said Jin, yanking the cookie out of Clavis’s mouth. “And you shouldn’t waste food.”

“But I’m not wasting! The unicorn will eat it all up!”

“The unicorn?”

Clavis balled his tiny fists and nodded his head. “Baby unicorns love cookie crumbs! I read it in Chevalier’s book!”

Jin sighed. “Clavis, you can’t read.”

“Can too!”

“Can’t.”

“Can too!”

“Can’t.”

“Okay! Mama helped me a little… but only with the big words!” Clavis lunged for Jin’s arm, but Jin raised the cookie high out of his reach. 

“Cut it out. I didn’t see any unicorns in the castle,” Jin said as Clavis whined and hopped in front of him.

“Yes there is! Yes there is!” cried Clavis. “I need to catch it and show it to—”

There was a thud and a squeak from inside the room. Jin and Clavis ran in to find a pile of blankets and pillows collapsed at the foot of one of the sofas, a series of spent ropes and pulleys close by. All was still for a moment, then the fluffy mountain was moving.

“It worked! I told you! I told you! It’s a unicorn!” Clavis giggled, rushing to remove the blankets. Jin joined him, and together they quickly freed the squirming mass within. And though the two brothers had never seen a unicorn before, they were both certain what they found underneath wasn’t one.

“No, Yves! That trap wasn’t for you!” Clavis shrieked. But his shrieks soon dissolved to laughter as he and Jin watched their baby brother happily nibble on a bowl of chocolate chip cookies.

Jin's Tavern

Ladies get 1 drink on the house per visit

Finest selection of alcohol on this side of Benitioite

All the glassware is locally-made and features an eagle wearing a tux engraved on the bottom

There's something positively breast-like about the interior decor

Jars full of lollipops on every table and counter. They go really well with some of the higher-end drinks

Has three locations and is soon to be expanding into the Kingdom of Lelouch

Clavis is not allowed to introduce his special line of beverages

Silvio is not allowed to become majority shareholder

Yves has a bar-stool to accommodate his height even though he's taller than most of the women who frequent the establishment

It's called The Naughty Bird

⬥◇◆ Clothes Shopping with the Ikeprinces ◆◇⬥

With Act 3 and Silvio's route just around the corner, let's slow down, take a step back, and remember how we all ended up in here. Particularly, how we all ended up in these clothes.

Silvio’s Dubious Preorder ◆◇⬥

*the front door to the clothes shop opens in the middle of the night*

Shopkeeper: Who’s there?

Silvio: Your worst nightmare…

*Silvio drops a heavy bag of coins in the shopkeeper's hands*

Silvio: And your salvation.

Shopkeeper: What?

Silvio: Listen closely, tailor. Tomorrow you will be visited by a pathetic pack of princes with questionable fashion sense. They are in search of new outfits to wear for the upcoming story arc and have chosen your lousy shop as their genius loci. Lucky you.

Shopkeeper: …What?

Silvio: I’ll be in attendance as well, but I’m only interested in an outfit that’ll blow everyone else’s out of the water, so I’ll mostly be observing from the sides. All you gotta do is keep those other guys occupied and catch all the notes I send your way. You’re an experienced man, you’ll know when I’m dropping you a hint. But no one else needs to know about our little deal, capisce? 

*Silvio pats the coin bag and leaves. Shopkeeper puts on glasses and cleans out his ears*

Shopkeeper: WHAT?

⬥◇◆THE NEXT DAY ◆◇⬥

Judge Yves, Round 1 ◆◇⬥

Yves: As members of Rhodolite’s domestic faction, we are the pillars our citizens look towards to represent the values our kingdom instills in art, culture, and conduct. The outfits we select today must not only reflect the propriety expected of the royal family, but also that of our people for generations to follow.

Yves: Jin! Button your shirt all the way up right this moment!

Jin: You can’t cage the collarbones, Yves!

Yves: Leon! Too much detailing will overwhelm your conversation partners! You look like you’re drowning in gold.

Leon: But you’re talking to me just fine now?

Yves: Licht! You look wonderful, of course. But if I had to nitpick, the white on your lapels clashes with your black jacket. Try wearing more color, you don’t want to look like a walking chessboard.

*Sariel slowly backs into the dressing room*

Nokto Seeing Double ◆◇⬥

Nokto: No, this blue vest doesn’t bring out my eyes quite right.

*hands vest over to Licht. Licht tries it on*

Nokto: Hm… and these tassels make my face look too narrow.

*hands shoulder pads over to Licht. Licht tries them on*

Nokto: And these black gloves clash horribly with my hair, what was I thinking?

*hands gloves over to Licht. Licht tries them on*

Nokto: You look great, Licht. Ugh, nothing in this entire store works for me!

*a bag of coins flies across the store*

Silvio: Tailor! No vests, tassels, or gloves!

Judge Yves, Round 2 ◆◇⬥

Yves: Ahem! I’m only doing this because you four are an extension of Rhodolite beyond the borders, and I don’t want you messing up our image in front of our neighbors. It’s not like I particularly care how you dress everyday!

Nokto: Aww, Evie, you care~

Yves: Shut it! Ahem! For starters, the white theme you all have is a very nice choice. It’s a good idea to set up a visual indicator to let others know you’re working as a team.

Clavis: Oh, that wasn’t intentional. This humble shop is simply fortunate enough to have had enough pieces for each of us. Otherwise, these poor white coats would have been prematurely stained red! Hahaha!

Yves: Wha—?

Clavis: With strawberry jam, of course! Chev gets particularly pouty when someone wears white instead of him. I wouldn’t put it past him to “accidentally” sully that poor someone’s outfit with his toast.

Luke: That’s why I eat mine with honey instead!

Yves: No, that’s why we eat breakfast before we leave the palace! 

*Yves swipes the toast from Chevalier and Luke*

Yves: Luke! If you’re going to wear white, you can’t carry honeyed toast in your pockets!

Yves: Clavis! If you’re going to wear a coat over a jacket again, at least make them match in style this time!

Yves: Nokto! If you’re not going to button your vest all the way, you have to wear a shirt underneath!

*Chevalier covers his chest and slowly backs into the dressing room*

Small Talk Sariel ◆◇⬥

*In a quiet corner of the store, Keith looks over himself in the mirror. Sariel notices and joins him*

Sariel: Ah, a modest choice, Prince Keith. Were you to show Prince Yves, I am certain he would impart nothing but praise.

Keith: 🙂

Sariel: Modesty is, of course, cornerstone for a prince to emblem. Although, with our continent so rife with rowdy royals, one would not want to appear too humble, lest he be trampled by his more verbally-inclined peers.

Keith: 😐

Sariel: But too loud a statement piece would have a similar effect of disfavor among colleagues. One would not want to appear too brash in company of those whose opinions matter.

Keith: 😟

Sariel: Finding that sweet spot in the middle is crucial to deduce, and this is the moment to do it. Tell me, Prince Keith, is this the outfit you wish to present to the world in the next act?

Keith: Excuse me, I seem to have misplaced something in the dressing room.

*another bag of coins flies across the store*

Silvio: Make it loud, tailor!

Multi-talented and Multi-purpose Luke ◆◇⬥

Luke: Hey, Yves! How about this? I keep the lid open just enough to stick a spoon in like this, and my pockets get to stay completely… Hey, you okay?

*Yves blushes in surprise*

Yves: Yes, yes! Why wouldn’t I be?

Luke: Well, you’ve been standing by the hair accessories for a long time now.

Yves: Because there’s no one else here. I need rest from evaluating all your outfits, obviously.

*Luke puts down the honey jar*

Luke: Hey, close your eyes for a bit.

Yves: What for?

Luke: Just trust me. Besides, you said you wanted to rest, right?

*5 minutes later*

Luke: Tada! Whaddya think?

Yves: How did you…?

Luke: My sister used to make me braid her hair all the time. I’d say I’m pretty good at it, eh?

*Yves blushes in joy*

Yves: Thank you. But how did you manage to keep it in place? You didn’t use any clips or anything.

Luke: Oh, that’s ‘cause I packed it tight with honey. It oughta keep its shape all week, plus it’s good for the scalp. Bonus!

*Yves blushes in rage*

Life Lessons with Big Brother Jin ◆◇⬥

Jin: Hey, Chevalier. Come try this cloak on, it’ll help cover your…

*Chevalier quickly wipes his mouth and hides his hands behind his back*

Jin: …

Chevalier: …

Jin: Chev…

Chevalier: I was merely inspecting them for poisons.

Jin: Come on, big guy. We’ve been through this.

Chevalier: The showoff apprehended my toast. 

Jin: You can’t eat the roses.

Chevalier: …

Jin: …

Chevalier: The yellow ones taste best.

Jin: So you’ve told me.

*yet another bag of coins flies across the store*

Silvio: Bring me the juiciest rose you have! I know you’re keeping it from me!

Gilbert’s Infinite Hyperspace ◆◇⬥

Gilbert: Are you sure the shopkeeper won’t mind you making alterations to his designs?

Clavis: That wonderful man doesn’t need to worry about a single hair on his rapidly balding head! I won’t be defiling his style because all the additions I’m making will be completely hidden from sight.

Gilbert: How like you to run your dirty work in the shadows. Such fun.

Clavis: I wouldn’t use that particular arrangement of words to describe it, per se. But considering Sariel has egregiously forbidden me from purchasing more than one belt today, I am forced to improvise my carry-on capabilities.

Gilbert: Ah, pockets! How very fun, indeed!

Clavis: Not just any pockets! Secret pockets! And just look at this enormous canvas I have to work with! Only… my hands were full on the way over here carrying Chevalier’s breakfast, so I wasn’t able to bring much of my usual tools to measure. I don’t like leaving the palace without at least a net or two on hand.

Gilbert: You can borrow mine!

*Gilbert produces a large fish net out of thin air*

Clavis: How fortunate, this will work nicely! I do wish I could have brought my trusty shovel with me, though. 

Gilbert: Regular or extra large?

*Gilbert produces two digging shovels out of thin air*

Clavis: Ah... R-regular is fine…

Gilbert: Anything else?

Clavis: You’ve been plenty helpful, I couldn’t impose—

Gilbert: No need to be shy. You still have plenty of space to work with, I see. 

Clavis: …

Gilbert: Try me.

Clavis: …Well, I do like to be armed with more than just my sword—

Gilbert: How about this?

*Gilbert produces a hatchet out of thin air*

Clavis: … Thank you.

Gilbert: What are friends for?

*Gilbert claps his hands, taps his cane twice, and pulls a tiny comb out of the heel of his boot. He combs Clavis’s hair out of his eyes and walks away smiling as the largest bag of coins yet flies across the store*

Silvio: Secret pockets! But don’t tell anyone where they are, you hear? Not even me!

Doggy See, Doggy Do ◆◇⬥

Leon: Find anything you like, Rio?

Rio: Lots! But I’m just not sure she’d like them, too.

Leon: Why not show me what you got so far? I may not be Yves or Sariel, but I’ll bet I can point out a stinker in the mix.

Rio: Okay then. What do you think of this gilded vest?

Leon: Awesome! The color matches your eyes perfectly. That’s good… I think?

*Coin bag toss #1*

Silvio: Tailor! Look into my eyes and get me a jacket that matches them perfectly! No, not a vest! We said no vests!

Rio: Huh, that was weird. Anyway, what about this broach?

Leon: She’d love it! The looped design brings out the curves of your smile just right. That kind of attention to detail is probably really important.

*Coin bag toss #2*

Silvio: Tailor! Bring me your loopiest jewelry! The more hoops, the better!

Rio: Did you hear something? Ah, nevermind. Do you think I should go with one earring or two?

Leon: Hmm… Yves rocks the one earring look—

*Coin bag toss #3*

Silvio: Tailor! I want your gaudiest single earring in my palm right this second!

Leon: —but earrings are supposed to come in pairs, right? So maybe two would be fine. For symmetry, and all that.

*Coin bag toss #4*

Silvio: Make that two!

Leon: Sorry, I’m not too sure, to be honest.

*Rio knowingly smirks*

Rio: Your advice is great, Prince Leon. Tell me, what do you think of these snow boots?

Leon: Well, it’s not exactly winter. But they’re really a statement piece, and she might appreciate a good conversation starter.

*Coin bag toss #5*

Silvio: I need the furriest boots you’ve got in this place, pronto!

Rio: And this zebra-print cloak?

Leon: Chevalier looks good in tiger stripes. I guess that’s basically the same thing.

*Coin bag toss #6*

Silvio: Where do you keep the darn striped fabrics, old man?

Rio: Great! What’s your opinion on oversized hats?

Leon: Uhh… go big or go home?

*Coin bag toss #7*

Silvio: GO BIG OR GO HOME!!

Leon: Hey, Rio, do you hear an echo?

Rio: Nope. Just the sound of a nation’s GDP falling.

I wanted to add a joke about their gloves, but this post is getting way out of hand, even without puns.

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Understaffed

Genre: Comedy

Wordcount: 1326

Prompt: In A Flash CCC hosted by @flash-exchange - October 2023: Magic Apprenticeship

A/N: My first entry for the In A Flash CCC! This one was inspired by the folks over on Discord, you guys rock for helping me finish a fic after so long! I will try my best to write some more as the challenge continues. For this fic, it's been split up as 2 separate parts, the first part being mainly from Jin's perspective and the second continuing from Yves and Nokto's. Many thanks to @lorei-writes for the feedback and suggestions. Enjoy!

Jin Grandet was not a warlock. At least, not officially.

It wasn’t because he had a late start. Most children couldn’t even read spells from the rudimentary tomes at age six, let alone pronounce them. And it wasn’t as if he was without talent. It was common knowledge throughout the kingdoms that the sorcerer’s gene manifested strongest within royal bloodlines. No, the true reason Jin failed his Warlock Mastery Examination was far less magical than he’d like to admit. 

But that’s a story for another time. And even if the minimum age to apply was fifteen, it didn’t mean he was barred from trying again another year. Heck, most applicants didn’t even make an attempt until they were double that! But of course, Chevalier came of age the next year, and while the exam was merely a formality for the prodigy, barely anyone bothered to register for that round. Fueled by fiery rivalry, Clavis was hot on Chevalier’s heels the year after that, and Jin was too preoccupied with helping him train to even consider enrolling himself. And just a few weeks prior, Leon passed his exam with flying colors. A feat Jin attributes to his apt sideline encouragement and diligent inspections of Leon’s daily meat intake. 

So what if he didn’t pass? Jin could still perform magic as well as any warlock. He just didn’t have a staff to show for it. Instead, he could boast that the never-before-seen-three-year-streak of fifteen-year old graduates were his students.

“For the last time, we are not your students,” Yves declared.

“And why wouldn’t you want to be?” Jin asked. He waved a hand and the curtain of low-hanging branches before him parted, revealing a narrow dirt path ahead. “I have a one-hundred percent success rate. And you’re my next conquest, Yves.”

“Yeah, Evie. Why don’t you take him up on his offer?” Nokto said, following Licht as they climbed down after Jin. “Then you can tell us if he’s legit or not.”

“Oh, he’s the real deal,” Leon said. He took a steady stance beside a cherry oak and swung his newly acquired staff overhead, making all the barren trees in the vicinity shake and shoot their branches upward like spikes. Nokto watched in awe as Leon calmed the trees down and flashed him a toothy grin. “Can’t recommend the big guy enough.”

“No, no, no, my brothers. You mustn’t let the opinions of others sway your decision making!” Clavis said, pushing past Leon. “Ask yourselves this: do I want to be taught by a syrupy dropout, or by the youngest, most renowned warlock of our age?” He struck the ground with his own staff and the dirt rumbled. Moments later, roots and tubers erupted from the earth like the undead, making Yves screech and trip on an upright rose stem. Clavis laughed maniacally as the plants continued to grow, until Leon whacked him on the head and the vegetary scene immediately reverted underground as if it never happened. 

“I’m younger than you, remember?” Leon countered.

“And I was younger than you both when I passed,” Chevalier added, his pace leisurely as he joined them.

“Yes, yes, you don’t have to remind us again how your test happened three days after your birthday,” Clavis said, rubbing his bruised forehead. “It is insufferably pedantic of you.

“Shall I remind everyone instead of how you only passed because the examiner happened to sneeze when you flubbed the fire retardancy enchantment on your trousers?”

“Like I said, little ones. Follow what Jin says, and you’ll do just fine,” Clavis said.

“If you’re done sharing my many virtues, hurry on over!” Jin called. The group exchanged speculative glances before filing through the unanimated greenery towards his excited voice.

Flummoxed by their seniors’ effortless display of magical prowess, Yves and Nokto insisted they take the lead, bewitching wayward wood knots and saplings from the path. Once or twice they glanced back, hopeful to receive praise for their successful spells, only to find the trio engrossed in their own conversation. 

“Maybe he wants to take us all on at once? Six against one?” Leon suggested.

“Please,” Clavis yawned, stretching his arms above his head and waving his staff teasingly. “He could squash the kiddos, no problem. But he won’t get much farther than that unarmed.”

“He brought his sword. Or is your staff so far up your rear that you did not notice?” Chevalier said, swatting Clavis’s staff away from his face. 

Yves and Nokto whirled their heads towards the track ahead, struggling to keep their attention back on moving the plants. Is that what this was all about? Despite Jin’s domineering stature, they had never once seen their brother in a fight. But Jin also was the most knowledgeable about the contents of the exam, even if he did fail his. Was this the type of error-correcting that guaranteed Chevalier, Clavis, and Leon’s successes?

The path eventually fed into a wide clearing as large as one of the training arenas at the palace. Even in peak autumn, thick shrubs still flanked all sides like a fence except for one; a cavernous cliff plummeted behind where Jin stood, his arms folded and mouth stretched in an expectant grin.

“Are we really gonna fight?” Nokto said nervously, reaching for his sword.

“Alright! Loser gets thrown off the cliff!” Clavis whooped. “Chevalier, fight me!”

“Slow down, we’re learning defensive tactics today,” Jin said. “Magic has limitless potential to attack, right? So it stands to reason that the same should be true in defense. Far too often does a warlock fall into the assumption that one trumps the other in combat.”

“Spoken nearly verbatim from Elemental Charms and Combat,” Chevalier said unamused.

“That means he knows his stuff,” said Leon. “But then why’d ya bring us here too, Jin?”

“No, Chevalier’s right. There’s only so much you can learn from theory alone. We need experience to connect the dots. And I sure as sugar wouldn’t hurt a hair on the little guys’ heads, so that’s where you lot come in.” Jin crouched beside Yves and Nokto and patted their shoulders. “Yves, you’ll spar with Chevalier. And Nokto, you get Clavis.”

Yves froze on the spot.  

“Oh, goodie…” Nokto mumbled. 

“Just remember the basics, and you’ll be fine,” Jin said, then he turned to the warlocks. “And don’t you go blasting infernos at them. We’re out here to prevent unnecessary bystander injuries. But remember, this is still a highly flammable area.” He glared at Clavis, who seemed to get a chill and wrapped his cloak firmly around himself.

“Wait. Where’s my partner?” Leon asked. A quick lookover of the clearing proved Licht was nowhere to be seen. 

“Maybe Leon’s branches pulled him up to the sky?” Nokto suggested.

“Or Clavis’s roots dragged him down below!” Yves gasped.

“Both,” Chevalier said, pointing over the cliff. Halfway down, Licht hung suspended and looking below, his shirt caught on a thorny branch tangled with crisscrossing roots. 

“Licht!” Yves and Nokto cried.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” Clavis called down to him.

“Something tells me the branch will snap if he so much as breathes wrong,” Leon said. Licht answered with a shaky thumbs up.

“Everyone, change of plans!” Jin bellowed. “Today we’re doing rescue training. And not a word of this gets to Sariel, got it? Okay, let’s go!” He drew his sword and leaped over the edge, jamming it into the cliffside as he descended.

Shocked, and slightly relieved, Yves and Nokto followed Jin’s lead, the scraping sounds of their blades cutting rock disappearing with them.

“Moron,” Chevalier huffed. The air around him began to crackle as he inhaled deeply and swung his staff in a circular motion. “He didn’t even evaluate the situation for a full minute. And they still wonder why he didn’t pass—”

“You heard the boss!” Clavis and Leon yelled. Together they seized each of Chevalier’s arms and hurled themselves over the cliff, leaving their staves behind.

Listen, it is liberating to write Chevalier, Clavis, and Leon as comic relief side characters. Trust me.

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A/N: This year, as I deal with a far more limited amount of free time, I want to focus on writing things that really spark something for me. These headcanons, which I started almost 6 months ago, recently came roaring back into my imagination and I decided to go for it.

This is imagining how these suitors would react to their small child entering their bedroom in the middle of the night.

Leon, Sariel, Jin, Keith and Gilbert

WC: 2.2 k

The child's white bedroom door, painted with a silvery moon and twinkling stars, opens slowly, a whisper in the still of the night. A small head pokes out, knuckling sleepily at eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreaming. A look left, then right.

The hall is empty.

Tiny bare feet tiptoe across plush carpeting.

One hand clutches a stuffed animal, the other reaches for the curved handle of your bedroom door and which, on a quiet exhale, opens.

Leon

He is awake the moment the door opens. A light sleeper, he never fails to hear when his daughter enters your bedroom, no matter how quietly she tries to. Even now, he pushes himself up, running a hand through his cacophony of dark hair, watching his offspring step as quietly as possible as she makes her way towards the bed. She’s so concentrated on not making noise that she doesn’t notice he’s already up and watching her until she arrives at the foot of the bed.

“Papa!” Her gasp is half surprise, half disappointment when she realizes he has, as always, heard her. Leon laughs softly, the sound still rough with sleep as he motions for her to come over to his side of the bed. 

“I was trying to be extra, extra quiet.” He offers her his hand and she takes it, climbing into the bed and then into the circle of his arms where he cuddles her close. “You were, peanut. You were very quiet but your father has very, very good ears. Especially at night.” 

Perhaps someday she’ll learn why. How good hearing and light sleeping could mean the difference between life and death in the slave pens. But not tonight. Tonight she snuggles into his embrace, clutching her brown bear with his black and red cape to her chest. 

“Shall I bring you back to your bed?” He brushes several dark locks of hair that have escaped her braid away from her plump cheek, his golden eyes warm with affection. His daughter stifles a yawn. “Can I stay here tonight, with you and Mama?” 

How can he say no? “Of course.” He shifts her, tucking her in close against his side where she curls up like a kitten, warm and content. Leon sighs, his heart fuller than he ever imagined it could be, before closing his eyes and drifting back to sleep.

Sariel

He looks up from the paperwork on his lap when the bedroom door slowly opens. One glance at the clock on his nightstand and he knows exactly who dares enter his room, unannounced, in the middle of the night.

His son, hair dark as onyx, eyes as bright as violets, peeks around the door to see his father sitting up in bed, reading by the soft light of an oil lamp. 

“I see you, little one.” The child gives up stealth and hurries into his parents’ room, climbing up the foot of the bed and crawling his way across the velvety covers up to Sariel, careful not to jostle you while you are sleeping. He settles in next to his father, peering at the sheaf of papers still in his hands. “Why are you still up, Papa? It’s so late.”

Sariel glances down at his son, his lips curved in a soft shadow of a smile. “You know what? You are correct. It is very late.” He carefully removes his glasses, placing them in a safe spot on his nightstand and then sets the missives and letters and parchments beside them. He extends his arms and his son happily accepts the silent invitation, burrowing into his father’s embrace, clutching his soft, stuffed snake with the onyx eyes close to his little chest. “We’ll go to sleep together, ok Papa?”

Sariel reaches out, extinguishing the warm light and then shifts, dipping his head to press a kiss to his son’s midnight hair. “A sound plan, son.” He closes his eyes, contentment flowing through him like the soft waves of the ocean. “A very sound plan.”

Jin

He freezes, lifting his head from your neck, his large hand going still on the sensitive skin of your hip. As involved as he may be with you, he has excellent hearing and the opening of the door is as loud in its whisper as a gust of howling wind. He feels the soft huff of air against his cheek as you reign in your galloping heart. Things were just getting good.... With a groan, a mixture of disappointment and the dying embers of desire, he sits up as you adjust your nightgown and tilts his head at the small outline in the doorway.

“Yes, Princess? What is it?”

“I heard a noise. In my wardrobe. I think there’s a monster in there.” Her voice is small, almost tentative as it floats through the darkened bedroom. Jin pushes back his covers, swinging his long legs over the side of the bed. He reaches back, squeezing your hand, a gesture that says I’ve got this, before getting up and walking toward his daughter. "Alright little lady, let's go investigate." She slips her small hand in his, clutching her stuffed baby eagle close as they make their way back to her bedroom.

Stepping inside, she pulls her hand away from his and points to the white and lavender closet. “In there, Papa.” Her garnet-colored eyes are wide as Jin clears his throat, fixing a scowl on his face as he faces the wooden doors.

“Listen up. This is Prince Jin speaking and any and all monsters hiding in this wardrobe better leave RIGHT now or else you’ll have to answer to me!”

“Yeah!”, she adds helpfully, eyes narrowing as she glares at the wardrobe, a mirror image of her father.

Jin reaches forward and flings open one door, then the other. Inside are all her dresses and coats. Her shoes all lined up neatly along the bottom. A few stockings peek out of small drawers and her wooden training sword and shield with Jin's crest lean against the side, askew. Jin searches through the clothing, stands on his toes to check the top shelves. He makes a show of it, incredibly thorough and yet serious. Then he turns around to face his daughter. “Looks like any monsters are long gone. And they won’t be coming back.”

A smile like the dawn breaks over her face and she rushes towards him. He leans down and catches her in his arms, holding her tightly against his broad chest. “Thank you, Papa. No monster would ever be stupid enough to come back now!” 

Jin carries her back to her white four-poster bed, grinning as he lays her down amongst her fluffy pillows and pulls the soft covers up to her chest. “Nope, not when they know they have to deal with me.” He glances over his shoulder at the wardrobe. “But how about tomorrow, we go to the knights training grounds and you bring your sword and shield. We can work on your swordsmanship so any monster knows to be just as afraid of you too.”

She grins, nodding eagerly. “Good idea!”

Her enthusiasm has him returning her grin and he leans down, running a large hand over the soft chestnut of her hair. “Alright then. Get some sleep so you’re ready for tomorrow.” She snuggles down into the warmth of her blankets, stifling a yawn even as she rolls over. “I love you, Papa.” He swallows for a moment at the lump of emotion that suddenly swells his throat. “I love you too. Princess. So much.”

Keith

Little feet whisper across dark green carpeting, continuing their journey to his side of the bed. “Papa,” she whispers, tugging on his covers, her stuffed deer dangling from her grip on its antlers. Keith inhales, his handsome face frowning in his sleep as her voice cuts through the fog of dreaming. But he doesn’t wake up yet. However, his daughter is nothing but insistent. She pats his upper arm, clearing her throat and speaking again, this time louder. “Papa. Wake up.”

His golden eyes open slowly and he blinks as he returns to the here and now. The sight of her, with her ashen blond hair and your intelligent eyes, has him sitting up in bed, the last misty tendrils of dreaming vanishing like fog in the sunlight.

“Yes, darling? What’s wrong? Is everything ok?” 

She glances to your empty side of the bed. “I miss Mama.” Those words send his heart spinning, leaving a trail of ache inside his chest as he nods slowly. “I do too. But you remember how she had to go back to Rhodolite. I promise, she’ll be home again soon. Just a few more days.” He reaches for her hand, his thumb running soothingly over her knuckles, marveling at the tininess of her fingers, the softness of her skin. She speaks again, her voice compressed by sadness. “I still miss her.”

He sighs as she hangs her small head, curls covering her face. Then he has an idea. Slowly he gets out of bed and leads her by the hand across the room to the heavy glass doors of the balcony off of the bedroom, his favorite place in the palace to stargaze. Keeping a secure hold of her hand, he slides open one heavy glass door and then walks with her to the large brass telescope. “Take a look in there,” he murmurs, kneeling as he adjusts the eyepiece for her. He wraps one arm around her middle, holding her close. “Can you see it?”

She leans forward slightly. “It’s blurry.” Carefully he adjusts the focuser until he hears her breath catch. “Oh it’s so pretty!” She stares through the telescope in wonder at the bright star, brilliant in its silvery-blue light. 

“That,” he says softly, almost dreamlike, “is your mother’s favorite star.” Gently he pulls her away from the telescope and points upwards. “You can see it without the telescope just there, see the three stars just in a row?” She nods emphatically. “It’s the one all the way to the right.” He pauses, resting his chin tenderly on her small shoulder. “When you miss Mama at night, like you do now, you can look up at the sky and find her favorite star. It may make you feel better.”

She turns around and wraps her arms around Keith’s neck, hugging him with all her might. “Thank you, Papa.” He hugs her close, this walking embodiment of his heart, and smiles.

Gilbert

He is already sitting up when his daughter approaches the bed, her stuffed tiger tucked under her arm. He heard the opening of the door and knew who it was immediately. No one else would ever dare to enter his bedroom in the middle of the night without fearing for their life.

“It’s past midnight, Mäuschen. Why are you wandering through the shadows?” His voice is a gentle that only you and those very close to Gilbert have ever heard. A genuine softness like the blanket of dusk as it falls over the land, the protective moon whispering as it cradles a favorite star. His daughter sighs, pushing away a stray lock of dark hair. “I’m hungry.”

He laughs quietly, his chin tilting down as he regards her. He speaks quietly, not wanting to wake you. You need rest after all, so close to the birth of your second child. He gets up, slipping on his black silk robe and then holds out his hand. She takes hold of it, wrapping her cool little fingers tightly around him and then pauses. “Wait a moment, Papa.” Turning back to the bed, she carefully places her stuffed tiger next to you where you sleep. “Watch out for Mama,” she orders sternly and doesn’t notice the bright gleam in Gilbert’s eyes as he smiles at her protective gesture. She turns, grabbing his hand and nods. “Ok Papa, fertig.” Ready.

He leads her out of the bedroom and a short walk down the hall to his office. Once inside, he walks over to his massive wooden desk, made of the finest dark walnut, and leans forward, turning on the desk lamp. He settles into his chair, into the crimson velvet cushioned seat and motions for her to join him. The Obsidian princess climbs into his lap, eyes bright as she looks at him expectantly. “Shh…this is our secret,” he murmurs, tapping his finger on the end of her nose. She grins slowly and nods. “Versprochen, Papa.” I promise. One arm holds her close as he leans down and opens a bottom drawer. Inside is a small round tin which he takes out and sets on his desk, next to the missives and parchments waiting for him come morning light.

“Go ahead,” he says encouragingly and she leans forward, carefully working the lid off with chubby fingers and then he feels her straighten up in excitement when its contents are revealed. She reaches in and pulls out a hearty oatmeal and raisin biscuit. The cookie is nearly at her lips when she pauses, thoughtfully. Shifting in his lap, she turns to face him and then holds it up. “Do you want a bite, Papa?” Her generosity has him smiling, a warmth like no other brightening his heart as he pretends to consider. “You don’t mind sharing?” She shakes her head, several loose, dark curls framing a face that is the youthful echo of yours. He leans forward and bites off a tiny corner, then leans back with a satisfied sigh. “Mama makes the best biscuits.” 

She bites into the same cookie with much less restraint and then smiles, chewing happily. “Mm hm.” She leans back against his chest and he wraps his arms around her as she continues munching. “Just this one and then it's back to bed with you, little mouse.” She nods, mouth too full to answer and focus far too lost in the pleasure of her treat to respond verbally. Gilbert sighs, turning to rest his cheek against the top of her head. He is utterly and completely at peace.

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Interesting realisation on my re read of Chev’s route.

The brothers that actually realise that Chevalier is speaking and hanging out with a female is his Eldest/Older brother the ladies’ man Number 1 aka Jin and his fool of a younger brother Clavis. They also kinda push them together even though they shouldn’t because of clause 99 (which Jin knows why they shouldn’t.) and Clavis who is only doing it because it amuses him and he’s a little shit. Plus other reasons.

GOD DAMNIT JIN!

This is Leon’s route

You’re making me not like Leon’s route after basically just starting it.

Making it really hard for me to not want to re read Jin’s route…

Also Leon’s route is kinda boring to me. He’s handsome suave flirtatious and his voice is amazing buuutt he’s boring. 

Damn it Jin.