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

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

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

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

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

Game: Ikemen Prince

Type: Fanfiction 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The black haired man frowned at the two of you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The blond Prince sighed. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your boyfriend grinder his hard member against your legs. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He stopped everything he was doing and you whined. 

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

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

You relaxed your muscles and moved your hips. 

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

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

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

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

You knew you were close and Clavis was too. 

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes." Clavis kissed your arm. 

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

It was a night to remember. 

THE END. 

NadiaSilver~

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

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!

Gilbert:"I came to ask for Belle's hand in marriage."

Sariel:"Belle isn't my child."

Mc:"Sariel, may I marry Gilbert?"

Sariel:"That's not how I raised you all this time. Go to your room and don't come out unless you really regretted it."

Sariel Snek man… “It don’t bite”

One of his extremely unnecessary belts is a snake 

Ways to Focus

Fandom: IkePri

Pairing: Sariel x F!Reader

Prompt: Enchanted Evenings Day 5:Cockwarming

Type: NSFW Minors- DNI

Cw: cockwarming, teasing, slight impact play, slight orgasm delay, rough sex, desk sex, dirty talk, aftercare

WC: 1250+

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Lessons always seem to move slow, each second ticking by until your freedom. Today it is so much worse, each second is an eternity, the never ending assignments accented by the thick girth your walls are clenching. Having grown tired of your attempts to procrastinate on your assignments, Sariel has another arrangement.

Not seeming the least bit bothered by not moving, Sariel asks you question after question. Every right answer is a pleasant caress of his fingers across your skin, his hands reaching closer to your bundle of nerves and the pleasure that you know his fingers will easily bring. Wrong answers however are marked by pinches and spanks to your most erogenous zones, your mind reeling from the pain laced rush of pleasure. As time goes on, your brain becomes driven more by desire and you focus less on learning, just wanting Sariel to fuck you with his length. A harsh roll of your nipple pulls you from the haze, the crack of his hand against your bare thigh.

“Just when you were doing so well too” Sariel lets out a disappointed sigh, his fingers rolling and tugging your breasts, indecently out to anyone who walks into the office. A sense of sadness fills you as you hear the disappointment in his voice, just wanting to please him. “Now, sit still and read aloud. If you get distracted again you will never finish. Only good girls get rewards” his fingers accent his claim, his thumb trailing over the over sensitive nipple, before trailing down to your hip, a fire burning just under your skin from his caresses.

Forcing yourself to focus, you slow down on reading, your trailing a fire up your thigh and pressing against your clit. Your head drops into your hand as you try to focus on your lessons. Forcing your voice to slow and become as steady as possible, you start to read out loud. Sariel’s fingers trail along your thigh, the sensitive skin seems to burn under his touch. His fingers seek out the bundle of nerves that make you clench around him, every nerve searching for that pleasure.

Your hands start to tremble, the book shaking in your hands as he continues his assault on your clit, your pleasure quickly building, but just as you are about to fall, his hand pulls away, his hand settling back against your thigh like nothing happened.

“Sariel-” You try to protest his movements, groaning when he stills his fingers just on your edge.

“You know the rule, you cum once you are done with the assignment.”

“Sariel please, I can't” breathlessly begging the King’s regent, you tilt your face behind him. You are trying to focus, but the way he is twitching in you is so distracting. “I’ll be a good girl and study for you” You try to negotiate, groaning when his hands tangle in your hair and pull.

“If you want to be a good girl, then you’ll start focusing now. Once you finish your assignments then I’ll give you your reward.” He remains firm, releasing your hair when you lower your eyes back to your book and continue to read aloud again. His fingers start to run along your body again.

Your legs start to tremble as his fingers trail across your clit, rubbing circles just enough to keep you on the edge, but not giving you the pleasure you need. Your breathing becomes more ragged as you try to focus harder. Stutters and pauses riddle your reading, little moans as his hand caresses your hip and slips down to your bottom. Massaging the flesh, you moan when his hands slap it, the sound breaking the silence of the office as you moan his name.

“Focus, almost there” He encourages, his fingers racing you to finish, before pulling away and holding you down as you buck looking for that final bit of stimulation. Voice quivering and tears slip down your face as you try to answer the last few questions, the passages all meddling together. Finally you reach the end of the assignment, your head falling back to his shoulder, meeting his amethyst eyes.

“That's my good girl, look at all the work you did” He murmurs in your ear, his tongue sinfully tracing your ear. Bringing his hands up, he makes quick work of your top, sliding his hands past the fabric to caress your breasts, pinching the nipples and tugging on the buds until you are a moaning begging mess against him. Finally, his hands fall back to your hips and you feel him shift back in his seat.

“Partial Reward time, if you are cumming, you are doing it all by yourself. Now get on it” He states, watching the worry flash in your eyes. You reach up to his neck, weaning your fingers through the hair at his nape. Using your trembling legs, you drop one hand down to your clit and start to caress the nerves, the familiar pleasure building again. Your hands seek his seat as you use it as leverage to thrust on his cock, pistoning weakly to feel his cock fill you over and over again. Tilting your face up so that Sariel can see it, your eyes roll back in your head as the pleasure overwhelms you and your legs give out. Catching you with his arms, he holds you all the way down on his cock, feeling you clamp down on him through your orgasm.

“Sariel fuck me please. I need to feel you” Your voice is only a breathless murmur, your mind still hazy from the pleasure as you beg for more, you beg for what he can give you.

“I won’t be gentle” Sariel scraps his nails up your thighs and your eyes roll back as you try to gather your thoughts again.

“I don’t want you to be gentle. Please, fuck me properly” you look up, an expression of pure lust and desire. Sariel lets out a dark chuckle as his hands find a grip on your thighs, adjusting you properly. Standing up with his cock still buried in you, Sariel presses you over his desk, adjusting you so that your legs are on the desk as well, leaving you wide open for the taking. Landing more smacks on your bottom, your eyes roll up as the angle hits deeper, sending your mind to cloud nine. His name is a mantra from your lips, the only thing your brain knows is him.Set on bringing himself release, he pulls another orgasm from your core, groaning as he feels your ogasm wash over your body, your strength waning with every thrust. Feeling absolutely mindless and boneless, all you can do and think is him. His fingers caress your clit and you can hear the smirk in his voice as he traces your ear with his tongue.

“Cum one more time for me, I know you have it you dirty girl” Those words mixed with his fingers on your clit are your undoing. Rolling your eyes back, you see nothing as he pulls one last orasm from your body, finally collapsing into the desk as you ride out the ecstasy.

When you finally open your eyes, you are wrapped up in Sariels jacket and curled up on his lap, one hand is playing with your hair, the other working through papers. Feeling your gaze, he glances down, a smile he saves only for you gracing his face.

“I guess we figured out how to get you to concentrate didn’t we?”

Happy Gift Witch Day, Nadia! I wrote you a poem about Sariel!

Sariel

Mystery, cloaked in handsome darkness;

Your curiosity rages,

A fire brighter than any match could light.

His eyes flash with an enigmatic sheen,

You've fallen for the trap of the beast;

You do not object.

OMG FJFNDN THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺💖💖

This is not only beautiful and poetic, but it also has a touch of the feeling of being all over the place, just like your heart that has been trapped by the beast🥺 It's so well written and I'm thanking you from the bottom of my heart 😭💖💐

I will also send you something as a gift, in the near future, since such gifts are my favourite 🥺Thank you for taking the time💕

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

A/N: Here you go anon!

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

Sariel x Reader

Word Count: 545

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

But you know better.

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

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

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

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

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

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Catching Belle when she falls~

🎊Happy birthday Sariel🎊🐍

Happy Birthday Sariel 💜

I’ll be uploading a modeling video later. So much editing to do

Request for your Broken Heartstrings:

Sariel + injury + nightmare? If possible? Please?

Thank you

A/N: The prompt "nightmare" was requested several times so each request will get a shorter fic. The Nightmare shorts will share the same beginning and then change with each suitor.

This short features Sariel x reader

CW: blood, death

Word Count: 913

Sleep found you easily that night, rocking you in its arms until you fell into a deep and peaceful slumber. What dreams found you were pleasant, drifting in and out of your mind like iridescent bubbles following a light breeze. At the moment, your mind has taken you to a far-away beach. White sand is warm under your bare feet. The salty air tickles your nose. The gentle lapping of the waves soothes your body as you sink slowly into the deeper, darker parts of slumber...….except there, off in the distance, something is pulling at the threads of your peaceful dreaming. You try to ignore it but it is insistent. A tugging at your sleeve. A knocking at a door. A chime that won’t stop ringing. The beach fades away, despite your desperate desire to stay in that warm, safe place. The tugging grows more urgent. The knocking grows louder. The chiming fills your mind until you are jerked completely out of sleep’s embrace......to the fitful sounds of your lover in crisis.

Sariel Noir

Being the minister to the royals of Rhodolite is not without its dangers. His closeness to the throne is well known. His influence undeniable. It grants him respect but it also paints a target on his back. He is always careful, has never worried much for himself. But now he sees the error of his ways, too late.

They came for him in the dead of night. That late hour when the moon holds its breath and the stars retreat from shadows that rule the land. The assassins’ blades found their mark, sinking into the form huddled beneath the blankets of Sariel’s bed. Over and over they drank. Sloppily. Greedily. Until the bedsheets ran red. Like wraiths in the night, they vanished, a job well done. Only it wasn’t the palace devil they brought an end to that night.

He returns to his room, rubbing at the knot in his neck as he pushes open the familiar door. The paperwork could not wait and he told you to go to bed without him, not to wait up despite your pleading that you could read in the same room and not be a bother. A tender caress of your cheek, a quick kiss to your forehead and then he had insisted you get some rest. Even disappointment looked beautiful when it was on your face. But you had given in, warning him you planned on holding him close to you, a prisoner to your embrace with no hope of escape when he finally joined you for the night. Those words brought a smile to his lips. He was looking forward to it all throughout his work.

His body knows before he does. He freezes in place the moment he steps through the doorway. His room is too still. Too quiet.

The smell is what hits him first. Iron. Copper. The bedsheets look too dark. His feet move of their own accord, each step taking him closer to the gruesome truth. A sliver of moonlight is enough. He sees the blood, the torn bed sheets, your wide-open eyes.

His limbs suddenly weigh as much as boulders. His knees buckle as he sinks to the carpet, also wet with your blood. They were after him. They wanted him. They stole your life instead and now he is left, speechless, breathless, motionless at the bedside of your destruction. Air sputters from his cracked lips. He tries to say your name. Nothing comes out but strangled gasps.

“Sariel!” His gasping noises were what did it, the thing that tore through your sleep like a shot and exploded you into wakefulness. You say his name calmly but firmly, hands gripping his shoulders. Your voice is a lifebuoy amid treacherous waters, pulling him away from the wet, clinging hands of despair and with one final, soul-shaking gasp, he surfaces into the night, into the pale moonlight of his own bedroom.

His heart pounds inside his chest like breakers upon black rocks, but his gaze finds you, your hands still on his shoulders, your eyes swimming with concern. Your name is a whisper carried away by the wind, lost in the howl of his mind as it tries to reconcile the image of your lifeless body with the real you, the you of right now, your beloved face pale with worry. You’re in his bed, but you’re not…..you’re not….

Suddenly he reaches out, his hands scuttling across your body, anxious and seeking. You’re ok. You’re not hurt. There are no gaping wounds on you anywhere. You’re startled at his hurried touching, at the way his hands fly over you. Normally his touch is like air to fire, spreading warmth and want throughout. But this is leagues away from that kind of touch. It’s only your hands finding his, catching them like lost birds and then holding them against your heart that stops his frantic searching.

“It’s ok.” You repeat the words, gently, your fingers wrapped around his hands, keeping them still and warm. “Sariel….it’s ok.” He blinks his violet eyes, so dark in the wan light of the bedroom. You hold his gaze. You stroke the back of his hands. You nod as his breathing slows. 

He swallows and then reaches for you, falling back into the bed with you in his arms, his embrace a mix of something protective and something afraid. He breathes your name into your hair, turning his cheek to rest it against your head. You wrap an arm around him, placing a kiss above his heart. You don’t ask him what happened. He will tell you when he is ready. For now, you are satisfied that he is breathing evenly, that his heartbeat drums steadily under your ear.

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OMG OMG OMG I JUST THAT THIS IS THE LAST DAY TO REQUEST TvT. I hope I'm not too late. I wanted to ask for Sariel, Litch, Chevalier and Clavis. Secret lovers. Pairing with MC ofc. Again I hope I'm not too late. Lots of love from me. I love you. AAAAAAH I LOVE YOU😩 YOU'RE AMAZING

Ok tq sorry for the sudden love declaration but I still love you💅

A/N: Here you are, @ludivineikewolf 💜 Thank you for the kind words and for the request!

Word Count: 1706

Licht Klein

There is something fearful in Licht that still has its claws sunk deep in his heart. Something that still breathes hot worry through its chamber like Dust Bowl wind across a faded prairie. He knows he is not a faction leader, but his prowess on the field of battle is known. He is renowned for his military mind, for his expertly trained soldiers. Licht Klein is a name that would make most men think twice. And it is because of this, he says, that he wants to keep your relationship secret. He has enemies and they must not know how close you are to him.

Night has fallen over Rhodolite and deep within the heart of the palace, you lay in his arms. Though his skin is warm against yours, though you are safe within the circle of his embrace, though your limbs are heavy with the exhaustion of your lovemaking, you can’t help but tilt your head up to look at him in profile, wakefulness buzzing in your mind like a swarm of insects. Thankfully, Licht is asleep. His rubine eyes are closed, his breathing is slow and even. His face holds a peace in it that almost breaks your heart at how rare the sight is. 

You love him with the strength of your whole heart, with the force of every breath you take, with a ferocity that could bring a mountain to its knees. And all of that is held tight, locked inside yourself, but threatening to burst free at any moment. Because how can you keep your gaze from finding him across a room? How can his voice, the one you know can be soft and cloying and whisper its desperate need and gentlest love for you, how can it not turn your head? A boot presses down on your heart every time you force those feelings down and away, back into the shadows. 

He is uneasy, afraid of what loving him may cost you. But you ask yourself, as your gaze wanders his sleeping visage, could the cost of hiding it be even greater?

Sariel Noir

You know it’s wrong. He knows it’s wrong. There are so many reasons why it is simply wrong. He is your tutor. He is an important member of the administrative arm of the palace, if not the most important person aside from the princes themselves. You are his student, learning all you can about your role as Belle. You are a commoner, unfamiliar with the palace aside from it being some distant entity that has always loomed over your life like a star in the night sky. Far away, untouchable, yet ever-present. All this and more should be enough to keep each other at arm’s length, to maintain those boundaries between you as solidly as a stone wall of propriety. 

And yet....even now....your feet are carrying you down darkened hallways, up winding steps within narrow tower walls, dusty with disuse. At the top your hand finds the dull, worn brass door handle and pulls, the wood creaking a testament to age and dereliction. You shouldn’t be here, sneaking around like a thief in the night...but there. There is his figure silhouetted by moonlight. He stands at the small window, looking down on the distant, empty courtyard. Your breath catches in your throat. The moon is a loving artist, painting his pale skin with radiant silver, his dark hair in glistening argent light. For once, he is not moving, not writing, not reading, not hurrying from one meeting to the next. He is perfectly still, his dark violet gaze never leaving the glass. Maybe you should leave. Some part of you, some tiny thorn that has dug its way into your mind, is telling you that would be the right thing to do.

You step backwards and the floorboards creak underfoot. He turns and you are lost. One look at his face, at the way his breath caught at the sight of you, at the sudden flash of light in those amethyst eyes, and you know that backwards was never an option. It will always be forwards, always towards him.

You meet in the middle, mouths finding one another, bodies pressed tightly together, held that way by strong arms and blazing hearts. As you drink him in, as you stumble together over the wooden floor toward the bed of this long-forgotten guest suite, the one whose sheets have been unobtrusively replaced with clean, soft linens, you know in the deepest part of your heart and quietest part of your soul that for him, for this, the risk is worth everything.

Clavis Lelouch

You and Clavis have been through many obstacles during your time as Belle. And while that time has come to end, the challenges haven’t. Because of all the things Clavis may be, he is still a prince. And you are still a commoner. And in the eyes of the nobility, your worlds are as incompatible as oil and water. But you love him, this one-of-a-kind man of yours, this golden-eyed song your heart can’t stop singing. And he loves you. Of all the people in all of Rhodolite, you have captured his affection and devotion and passion and there is no way you are ever going to let it go.

And so your love for one another has become good at sliding through shadows. A visit for tea with the princes that ends in a dark alcove, exchanging kisses sweeter than any baked treat. A stroll through the palace gardens in palest moonlight, arm in arm, whispered laughter drifting across roses as dark as pomegranate seeds. Nights in your small bedroom, in your cozy cottage, listening to the pitter-patter of raindrops on your roof while nestled together safe and warm under your patched bed quilt. 

Now the sun is just readying itself for its daily climb, the first rosy-fingers of dawn testing their grip on the dusky, pre-dawn sky. Clavis groans, his hands clasped tightly over yours, whispered curses at the sunrise already falling from his lips. You burrow closer against him, your body wrapped around his from behind. As much as you love feeling sheltered in his arms, you can’t deny there is a satisfaction in being the one to hold him like this, to press your forehead against the bare skin between his shoulder blades, as if willing all your thoughts of love and lust to sink into his skin, to become a part of him. 

“I have to go, my love.” If ever a man sounded like he disliked the feel of words in his mouth, it is Clavis right now. With a groan to emphasize how much he hates what he said, he rolls over, turning to face you. “Oh no,” he murmurs as his gaze locks with yours. “This is so much worse. Now I won’t be able to leave at all.” He reaches out, his fingers pushing your loose hair away from your bare shoulder, then drops his hand to the soft skin there, his touch lingering. A sigh is torn from your chest and he shakes his head. “I know that sound. You’re going to be cruel.”

“It isn’t Chevalier you’re meeting with today. And you were late last time.” If it were Chevalier, Clavis may very well stay in your arms for another few hours. The King never once said a word about his brother’s more frequent absences or tardiness. You know Clavis has been pushing himself even harder, getting all his work done and then some so Chevalier would have no reason to complain. But you also suspect the king already knows and does not care. Maybe some part of that cool heart is even happy for Clavis. But the men he is meeting with this morning would not be happy if they knew. Not at all. They are nobility of the old guard, the kind who look down their noses at anyone without a title and would certainly file official complaints if they even suspected a prince of Rhodolite was acting so callously as to have an affair with a commoner. Even if it was one who had been chosen as Belle. 

He knows you are right and it hurts to see the way his eyes dim. His hand slides across your shoulder to the back of your neck. Leaning forward, he pulls you close for one last kiss. He tastes like the sweetness of adoration tinged with the bitterness of necessary departure.

There is a knock at your front door. Two short raps, then one final, stronger one. Cyran’s code for “Get moving.” The kiss breaks as another soft curse leaves his lips before he summons all the willpower he has to pull away from you. You slide out of bed, not one to linger there when he has spent the night. His absence only makes it feel empty and cold. You dress, neither one looking at the other. The lightening sky brings misery along with it. Not wanting him to see the pain in your eyes, you keep your back to him, a hand pressed over your mouth to stifle any soft cry that escapes the tight back of your throat.

He knows anyway. He feels the same noose tightening around his heart. There are no jokes, no quips. He slides one arm around you from behind, pressing a kiss just behind your ear. “Just a few days. Then you’re coming to the palace to deliver those books for Chev.” You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to stop the flow of tears that threaten to spill over. “That’s the weekend of the Diplomat’s Ball. I can’t stay.” Too many nobles, too many unfamiliar servants, too many eyes and ears. His moment of silence speaks louder than any words. A heartbeat. Two. Then he speaks. “We’ll find a way, little bunny. We always do.”

Cyran knocks again, irritation practically traveling along the soundwaves. Clavis kisses your cheek, the tenderness almost rendering your heart in two. He whispers against your soft skin: “Remember who loves you.” And then he is nothing but the sound of boots as they leave your bedroom, hurry down the short hallway and turn into the slamming of the door. Closing your eyes tightly is a failure. The tears streaming down your cheeks have triumphed, once again.

Chevalier Michel

He does not see the point in hiding your relationship. Anyone who does not like it, be damned. Or meet the end of his sword. 

(They are very likely the same thing.)

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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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Inspired by xxsycamore's recent success with writing short fics, I wanted to open up requests for super-tiny drabbles of around 100-300 words (may be longer)

Please Note:

I'm only taking requests for Ikepri suitors at this time

Suitor x reader requests will be written in 2nd-person. The reader will be gender-neutral unless you specify a particular gender

Anon requests will be sfw by default, but you still need to be 18+ to request

Request Form:

IKEPRI SUITOR: TYPE: choose from suitor x reader, suitor x emma, or a platonic episode featuring the suitor by himself/with other characters READER GENDER: if applicable GENRE: angst, fluff, smut, crack, headcanon, fantasy, scifi, paranormal, horror, slice-of-life, poetry, action, adventure, ransom letter, etc FLAVORING: any particular prompt, ship dynamic, kink, AU, etc RATING: sfw or nsfw ANY OTHER NOTES: if applicable ***To prove that you are 18+, please include the phrase "Silvio's Special Socks" in your ask

>>> Askbox here

Thank you, I'll try not to fail you 😭

Miss 100% of the shots you don't take - so how about Sariel for an afterglow fic, please?

A/N: well @pathogenic anyone who quotes Wayne Gretzky is ok in my book. I hope you enjoy your fic 💜

Sariel x f! Reader

Word Count: 560

The cold water you splash on your face is bracing and at the same time soothing to your sunrise-pink cheeks. Your heart is slowing from its furious pace, a wild bird having chased the clouds, before finally settling back into the nest of your chest. Your lungs measure out your breaths evenly, ironing out the erratic gasps that only a short while ago fell from your lips. You smooth back your disheveled hair as best you can and then with a sigh, a sound of satisfaction twined with exhaustion, you leave the tiled bathroom, closing the door behind you.

He’s waiting for you, a twilight smile on his beautiful lips. Sariel Noir is many things but right now, the only word that comes to mind is beautiful. The pale expanse of his skin, a sharp contrast to the deep indigo pillows he’s leaning against. His hair in wild disarray, evidence of the pleasure your fingers found curling into those soft, onyx strands.

The sight of him has you pause, physically unable to take another step as you lean back against the bathroom door, your hand pressed against the sudden, rapid wingbeat of your heart, that part of you that he owns fully, that he can influence with a whispered word, a touch, a flash of his violet eyes. He is exquisite like this, out of his staid clothing, unwrapped by your own eager hands. His glasses abandoned on the nightstand, barely visible in the dance of shadows conducted by fingers of moonlight that have slipped through the arched window.

Not a word is necessary. All he does is lift his arms and you are drawn to him, happily, joyously. You push off from the door like a ship from the harbor, sailing across the room, swan-diving onto his plush bed, into his waiting embrace. His laughter sparks light within your soul, the sound twinkling across your bare skin. He pulls you against him, making sure to draw the satin sheets across both your unclothed bodies, always taking care of you. Always aware of what you need.

“And? Have you recovered from my appetite for you?”

That voice, deep as midnight, beguiling as starshine. If you could wrap yourself in it, you would be warm forever.

You open your mouth to answer and instead of words, a yawn slips out, both surprising you and answering his question.

He laughs again, the melody of it light with a tenderness no one would believe the palace devil capable of and you smile as you move closer, bringing an arm around his midriff, laying your cheek against his chest. 

“Rest then, my love,” he murmurs. “I’ll be here.”

His hand begins to gently stroke your hair and each caress feels like it's sinking into your body. A satisfied heaviness fills you as your eyes slowly shut, your mind drifting into the peaceful eventide of dreams.

“I love you, Sariel.” Your whisper is almost a dream itself, serenity coloring your words lavender and gray. Did he even hear them?

His hand stills on the back of your head, his body bends as he leans down to place a loving kiss to your forehead. He’s heard you. And he loves you too. More than he can say.

So he doesn’t even try. He simply holds you against him, his love, his soul, and watches through an amethyst gaze soft with emotion as you fall asleep.

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Hi Ellen! What if Emma turned into a rat and thus presented Sariel with a Moral DilEmma?

😭

Okay but I think things will be fine once he realizes that it's Emma and not a filthy rat. Well, kind of fine. His movements are stiff but he's doing his best.

Otherwise...good luck on trying to find a cure Emma.

Knowing Sariel's hatred for rats, Emma would avoid Sariel by just hiding out in her room. Of course, he'd notice something's wrong if he doesn't see her by the end of the day so he goes to her room.

...

Luckily Emma's able to somehow convince Sariel that it's her but now the man's at a loss of what to do. He wants to hold her but...the squeaking. Those hands. That tail. That is, until he sees her looking all sad so he reaches a hand out. After some hesitation, Emma climbs on. Meanwhile, Sariel's reminding himself that it's Emma ,puts her in his pocket, and brings her to his room.

If he gives a rat a cookie, she'll ask for a glass of milk. When you give her a glass of milk blah blah blah ... she'll curl up on the pillow If he lies down next to her she'll give him a kiss (Sariel tries not to flinch)

Unfortunately it's not one of those fairy tales where true love's kiss will break the curse. It wears out after a couple of days but in the meantime, Sariel tells everyone that Emma's ill and no one should visit her unless they want to catch what she has.

⬥◇◆ 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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