ALRIGHT, HEAR ME OUT.

I know it's been done before (looking at you, @aquagirl1978 ), but this concept makes me FERAL. Topping Chevalier. Bracing your palms against his pecs as you rub his hard cock between your folds, sliding up and down him, rolling your hips, while he struggles to stay still under you, because he promised his simpleton that it was her turn.

❦ 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ❦

PLEASE L, YOU SENT THE ASK! THE IMAGES RUNNING IN MY HEAD RIGHT NOW ARE NOT A JOKE DRFTSDTYGHDJKR

YOUR BRAIN IS A GENIUS FOR THIS!

AND ANON! Please I couldn't add your idea to this because THESE JUST GO SO WELL TOGETHER! LIKE COCK WARMING WITH CHEVALIER YES! BUT THIS TIME YOU ARE THE ONE TEASING HIM WITH IT!

genre: nsfw, mdni

character: Chevalier Michel

warnings: cock warming, teasing, topping chevalier, dirty talk, mentions of manhandling, female bodied reader

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“If any other person did this to me, they would be in big trouble.” He says, the hint of a smirk on his lips, pools of ice glinting with amusement. You reply with a seductive smile and a quick peck to his lips. And he aches to pull you back for more. 

“But I am not any other person, Chevalier.” 

His heart stumbles in his chest at your bravery. And if it had been anyone else he might have been tempted to prove them wrong. But it was true, you were not any other person. 

You were you, the only master of his heart and the one who found the human behind the beast. The one who saw through the cracks in the wall of ice built around his heart of gold. 

The only person Chevalier would ever let close to him, the only person he would ever kneel for and the only person he would ever submit to. Body, heart and soul. 

You are special. So special in fact that Chevalier allows you to do what no one has done with him before: take the lead.

And Chevalier isn’t especially keen on this idea, used to controlling and directing everyone and everything around him. But you looked so happy and excited to try this out. To get on top and  tease him to your heart’s content. Of course he accepted, if only to see the bubbling joy in your eyes and the mischief on your features. 

He figures it might be a good way to test his own limits and will. To see how long it would take until he breaks at your hands. 

And after half an hour of you teasing him, of your hips rolling against his and of your drenched folds sliding up and down his length without ever taking him inside of you… Chevalier is starting to think his resolve isn't so strong after all. 

He swallows back a groan, his hands twitch on your hips, fingers digging in the skin in an unconscious attempt to hold you still. Heat licks at his last restraints as you rub his tip over your wet entrance, granting him a taste of Heaven without ever letting him cross its doors. 

The muscle in his jaw ticks, tense as he tries to hold back. But you only make it harder for him when you teasingly take notice of his knuckles, turned white with frustration. 

You lean against him, catching his earlobe between your teeth, smiling as you do. “Finding it hard to hold back?” 

He swallows thickly, a slender finger lifting your chin to meet his gaze. And now it is your turn to lose your breath over the heat in his gaze, ice melted into an endless pool of desire. “Be careful what you say, Simpleton. I might be tempted to put an end to this attitude.” 

You know he won’t, because your lover, even if he does not say it aloud, lives to please you. And if tormenting him pleases you, he will do his hardest to resist your siren’s call and remain still under you, until you decide he is yours for the taking.

“I don’t think you will, my King.” You whisper the words in his ear, and pride swells in his chest. The words of someone who doesn’t fear him, the words of his Queen.

You brace your hands against his chest, slowly lowering yourself on his aching cock, your breathy moan matching his groan, his head tilting back with pleasure as you sink to the bottom.

You feel so good wrapped around him, tight and warm and his for the taking. And Chevalier could fuck you right here and there, slide you up and down his length like you weight nothing.

But he doesn’t, letting his Simpleton enjoy her taste of dominance, letting her take her time and enjoy herself. Even when his brain becomes so fuzzy with desire his hips threaten to thrust up into you on their own.

You feel the way his cock twitches inside of you though, the way he struggles to remain still, every time you teasingly roll your hips or clench your walls around him. You see the way his eyes darken with passion and the way his features tense with frustration.

“You’re in for big trouble later.” He says, as if this would change something. As if the trouble he promised wasn’t something you’d thoroughly enjoy.

And you know the beast can only take your teasing for so long. So you decide to see just how much more of your teasing it takes, before your composed Chevalier crumbles for you and finally manhandles you to pound into you. 

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A Gentle Love

Pairing ~ Chevalier Michel x Reader

Word Count ~ 786

Author's Note ~ My first Chevalier fic of the autumn season!!! I'm so excited about this fic, because soft Chev is my entire weakness. It's also my first fic for my Cozytober event, and I really really hope you enjoy it! No warnings, just tons of soft, autumn, white tiger fluff!

Prompt: No. 4 "The Dead Waltz"

Lyrics: "...wrapped your long hair up in vines, and leaves, and branches..."

You maneuvered again, curling even deeper into the settee as you snuggled under the cloak. It was thick and warm and a soft velvet that could make even the most stubborn cat purr. You breathed in the fresh scent of vetiver and shampoo that lingered around the fur at the top, keeping you close to your lover even as he completed his duties for the day elsewhere. 

It was a chilly day, the breeze nipping your face as it swept through the beautiful garden of slowly wilting roses. The fall of the year was swiftly on its way, and you smiled up at the colors raining down on you from above. The book you had brought out with you was long since finished, and now you merely waited for the owner of your blanket to join you. But as you gazed down at the leaves the trees had gifted you, you decided you wouldn't let them go to waste, and propped yourself into a sitting position on the settee. You gathered the leaves into a pile in your lap, then leaned down to the vines in the grass and tugged at them, smiling as you began your creations. 

Chevalier never walked with anything less than purpose, but swifter lately had his exits from the office become; hastier, more hurried. Once his work was complete, it was as if he could not bear another moment without the comfort of his lover at his side. So wherever he was, wherever you were, he rushed to you. This afternoon he found himself traveling to the gardens, remembering the sweater you were wearing when you had stopped in earlier, and the twinkle in your eye as you swept out of his office, the most recent book he'd gifted you under your arm. 

A smile tugged its way to his stiff lips, the muscles there still not totally used to showing affection. But you were the exception; his only exception. His feet stopped when he reached the plush settee that rested near the garden's entrance, and his smile settled further into his lips as he beheld you, sleeping softly underneath his cloak, your long hair wrapped up in vines, and leaves, and branches; the myriad of colors was twirled into your braided hair effortlessly, as though a creature from fantasy had done it by hand as you slept. 

Chevalier had never been religious, but perhaps God was working to make him a believer, he thought, for the woman before him could be no less than an angel sent from the realms of heaven. You tamed his beastly side, you awoke in him emotions he believed he could never have, and you ignited such a fierce love in him that at times he wondered if he would burn to death from within. 

He approached with silent footfall, not wanting to wake you just yet, and chuckled quietly at the crown of leaves and vines you had created for him, and left atop your dozing form. He reached for it, and in an act so unnecessary that he chided himself for being foolish, fitted it atop his blond locks and gingerly sat down beside you, laying his hand on your shoulder. You stirred ever so slightly and struggled to open your eyes. Once the light no longer pained you, you gazed up at the beautiful sight before you. While you slept, your lover had arrived and indulged in your creation. A smile tugged on your lips and you yawned, your body pulling its way to full awareness. 

"Good afternoon, Chevalier." You murmured, smiling up at the angelic glow surrounding his handsome face. 

"Is the crown of Rhodolite too garish for my head?" He quipped, humor gleaming in his bright blue eyes. 

"Even the most capable king needs a little less weight to carry sometimes." You chuckled, pulling him down for a kiss. But Chevalier was a greedy man, and one was never enough. Somehow, he managed to curl into the settee beside you, his cloak covering the both of you in its warmth. He had used his cloak as a blanket many times, out on the battleground campsites, in the midst of war; but never like this. Never before had it felt like a cover of safety, an entrapment for the love he shared with the woman he loved, a home of peace. 

But as he gazed down at you, so content and trusting in his arms, he decided he would never again take his cloak to the battlefield. For it belonged here, in the arms of his angel, as a reminder of the human man that would return to her when he came home to wrap her up in his arms again. 

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I'd love to request #153. "Miraculous ruin" from your prompt list with Chevalier Michel!

thank u for the req @randonauticrap!!! <3 i hope u like it! reqs are open!

153. miraculous ruin

chevalier; 857 words; fluff and neck kisses with the smallest wafting of angst but mostly just me meditating on chev bc... well, who wouldn't want to meditate on chev

there are no winners in wars — but sometimes, just sometimes, there are survivors.

there’s blood dark as grape skins staining chevalier’s robe when he comes back. you purse your lips and reach for him. he is still for only a moment, and then he softens, reaching for you as well, letting long, cool fingers trail into your hair, curling into the roots as he tips your head back for a kiss. another kiss. another. another.

there is blood as dark as grape skins but between your lips you crush them to wine.

his breathing is ragged and blood thrums hot beneath your skin as he grazes his teeth against your pulse, his lips skimming past your collarbones, fingers tugging at the fine material of your chemise.

he kisses you like a question, like he’s searching for the answer in the warmth of your mouth, along the backs of your teeth. and all you can do is kiss him back like perhaps, if you tried hard enough, you could give him something like an answer.

“y-y’know…” you murmur, gasping as he presses you back into the silken sheets, “i read an in-interesting thing in a book today…”

“oh?” chevalier lifts his head, his eyes bright and sharp, even beneath the hazy glow of lust, the mention of books never fails to draw his interest. you smile, shift up the bed ever so slightly to lean against the headboard, letting your own fingers trail along the delicate line of his neck.

“yes… it said that the neck is one of the most intimate places to kiss a person… even more so than the lips.”

at this, the corners of his lips twitch. you allow yourself your own smile as he tugs you back down beneath him, caging you in with his limbs.

“and how so?”

he tips your head back; you feel heat and sweetness gather in the pit of your stomach. his voice is indulgent — so much frost and cream and butter — it tells you that his incredible mind has probably already gotten to the answer. it tells you that he wants to hear you say it anyway.

and isn’t that love? in it’s own way?

your lashes flutter closed as he peppers your skin with butterfly kisses.

“b-because…” you bite back a hiss as he sinks his teeth into your shoulder, the soft of your neck, painting your skin in a daisychain of blossoming reds and purples. you’ll have a time of trying to cover them up tomorrow but perhaps… perhaps you’ll leave them —

“because it would be so easy to kill a person…” you feel his movement still, and perhaps, you think, he’s remembering a time when he had pressed a blade to your throat. such a different kind of kiss, such a different kind of bite that might have made — cool metal against warm flesh.

chevalier pulls back, watching you with steady eyes. once, you’d thought them cold, but these months and days with him had taught you otherwise. with him, you learned that there’s a heat to the blueness, a warmth to the ever-cooling depths of the ocean, the ever-widening expanses of sky. there’s fire, isn’t there? in the sun? in the stars? in the weight of the world as it presses down on the ocean floor. in the so-called monsters that inhabit those depths, but they too find a way to make light, their bodies changing and adapting over centuries to make it themselves.

chevalier smiles and he is incandescence.

he is the fire in the heart of stars, he is the luminescence at the bottom of the seas.

with him, you learned that blue is heat and fire and light and life, too. always, life.

so much — life.

“yes… it would be easy to kill you like this,” he muses, his tone almost academic in its lightness. but you feel the way his lips linger on your jugular, your own heartbeat stuttering beneath his touch.

“yes… but instead…” you close your eyes and lean into his touch.

“instead…” he echoes, kissing you slow, kissing you soft, kissing you till you are trembling beneath him, open and willing and —

“you choose to kiss me.”

to love me.

he chuckles, the sound rumbling through his chest as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, pulling you into his arms as he rests beside you on the bed.

“yes. i do.”

it’s a simple thing, but his agreement isn’t so easily earned. you revel in it, curl into him as he lets out a sigh.

there is no getting the blood out of his robes — he’ll have to have another made. and then another after that. there are no winners in wars, but you know that there will be survivors. you glance up at him, resting with his eyes closed, and you allow yourself another smile.

you lean up, slow, tilt your head and press your lips to the side of his neck. a kiss. another kiss.

another. another.

another.

Head Scratches

Chevalier Michel x gn!reader Pronouns: None Genre: Fluff Word Count: 222 Warnings: None Big thanks to @venulus for inspiring me and giving me this idea! Shout to @blake-elladonna for making the banner~

The day hadn't been particularly eventful. The usual paperwork broken up by the usual tricks from Clavis. All in all it was your typical day at the castle. Ended in it's same typical manor for King Chevalier and his fiancée.

Reading books in his private library with you sitting in his lap.

New books had come in that you'd been excited about and to Chevalier, it only made sense for you to read them together.

It was no secret that Chevalier is a genius like no other. This helped him read faster than you, so you had control over turning the pages.

It wasn't long into the book when you subconsciously started playing with the ends of soft hair. Enjoying the pale blond locks between your fingers. You'd stop every time you had to turn the page, but went right back to playing with his hair. When you started gently scratching the back of his head though...

"I didn't say you could stop."

"Hm? Stop what?"

"I'll turn the pages, it's easy to tell when you've finished reading."

It took you a moment to figure out what he meant as you hadn't realized you started scratching his head. You giggled and kissed his cheek several times once you did realize.

Chevalier looked away blushing. Not that he'd ever admit that he was.

Here me out-

The domestic faction and uninvited Clavis are having a tea party; eating some cake, laughing and chatting away in the gardens. That is when they notice King Chevalier standing in the garden. He takes one step and then stops. Stands for few minutes before taking again, only one step. And while Clavis is rejoicing that Chevalier has finally lost his head, the rest of the faction goes to check what is it about. Is it an assassin? Is it some other nation-threat? What could ever make the kingly Chevalier act like that?

Coming closer and around the bushes, they see the barely 2-years old princess, as she cups a flower with the tiny hands and whispers "Goodnight" before placing a soft kiss on its head. She then proceeds to walk over to the next flower before repeating the same procedure. And while her father might be known to never waste time on worthless things, he never makes any notion to stop or hurry up the little princess.

The same small distance away from her, ensuring her safety while not standing in the way, the king follows the little princess through the garden, one step at a time.

CHEVS FEELING FOR CLAVIS😭

Omg my heart claviss you need to hear this it is from the clavis dramatic route !! I mean seee this they are trueeeee brothersss!! My baby clavis have a little confidence ok? Just chev i wanna hug you too my babies

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Unpredictability

Chevalier Michel x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: OK I had to do just a little bit more with the Chev thoughts of having a daughter, connected to my headcanon post here, so just have this little slice of life thing. Papa Chevalier has a very special place in my heart ❤️

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fem reader, reader is the mother of Chev's daughter and queen of Rhodolite; just some sweet fluff mostly in Chevalier's perspective; Chev is likely OOC for a bit lol; not proofread~

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 2193

Chevalier had a knack for predictions. His perception had always been extraordinary, able to pick up the smallest of clues from his environment and the people around him to know what would happen next. It aided him in his development as a prince, working with his brothers to keep the kingdom running smoothly as his father’s health declined, and it helped him now that he was the king of that same kingdom. He was a monster on the battlefield, strategically taking down enemies with the ease of a beast, and was equally a monster in the courts, always knowing what information was needed where and who to deal with.

When it came to you, however, you were his blind spot.

No amount of strategy and foresight could have prepared him for the way your fates intertwined, or the way you captured his very heart in the palm of your hand. A younger Chevalier would have scoffed at such a notion, that he had the human emotion to even fall in love to begin with when he was most aptly labeled as the "Brutal Beast" by every possible noble in the court. But of course all it took was the wisdom and pure heart of Belle to look deep inside and find the truth. Looking back on the events leading up to the discovery of these feelings, once he met you, he realized it couldn't have gone any other way.

You managed to surprise him at every turn, with your unending love, your wisdom, your thoughtfulness and devotion. That's what made you fit to be his queen, someone that helped him bring out and connect with his human side. The day he married you was something he never could have dreamed of in a hundred years, and even much less so, the tiny babbling bundle you delivered into your lives a year later.

Now he watched as his tiny daughter, three years old and full of toddler mischief, ran through the rose gardens of the palace at alarming speed, eager to see you again after being separated during a diplomatic trip– and she wasn’t the only one that was eager. He could just make out the top of her head, her hair color the exact same as yours and bouncing along as she moved.

That was something he was thankful for, the way his daughter resembled you in so many ways. Her hair color, the shape of her face, even her personality and stubbornness was coming to resemble you too, and he had no doubt the similarities would continue as she grew older. She was also attached to books the same, though honestly he was just as much at fault for that as his queen. However, the one thing that differed was that she had inherited his eyes, a strong clear blue that somehow looked right into your soul.

The little princess was beginning to learn how to use those ice blue eyes to her advantage, much to his amusement. When something didn't go her way, she'd glare at whoever was responsible in no dissimilar way to his own until they cracked from the pressure. It was no end of stress to Sariel or his brothers, realizing there was a little Chev 2.0 in the making. She'd even turned that icy gaze onto him, too, managing to surprise him.

Anyone that looked at her knew immediately whose daughter it was, and something about that sentiment, creating this tiny human so clearly made up of his traits and yours together, warmed him up inside.

Getting lost in his reverie, he quickly lost sight of his small child and hastened his pace. The full bushes made it difficult to keep his eye on her, even with his keen eye and sense of danger, so outside excursions were often accompanied by extra help such as the servants or even Lucien on rare occasion. Thankfully, that wasn’t necessary today as you were the one waiting at the end of their journey through the garden, and the thick foliage made the path clear, leading up to a gazebo.

Just as the image of your face came to mind, he could hear a loud exclamation from up ahead, and turned a corner in time to watch his daughter run into your waiting arms.

“Mama!”

You couldn’t help but grunt from the force with which you were tackled, but your arms wrapped around your daughter as she gripped you tightly.

“Hi, my love! I've missed you,” you said, pulling back to kiss the top of her head. You noticed the missing presence of your husband, glancing around before looking back at your child. “I’m so happy to see you again. Where’s your papa at, can you tell me?”

“Papa is slow,” your daughter mumbled, the excitement of seeing you lost already as she caught sight of the butterflies flitting about from bloom to bloom behind you.

Her wording made you giggle against your better judgment. Your husband could be described as many things, but you were certain the word “slow” was not one of them. But almost as if summoned, his platinum blond head came into view over the bountiful rose bushes, and it was as if all was suddenly right with the world— even if he did have a slight frown on his face.

“Little rabbit, I’ve told you not to run ahead in the gardens,” he sighed, entering the gazebo and patting his daughter’s head roughly. Instantly, her attention turned back to him, two pairs of ocean blue eyes meeting briefly before she looked away.

“‘M sorry, papa, I won’t do it again,” she replied, reaching out to hug his leg, gripping the fabric of his pants with tiny hands. Anyone else that saw this scene would expect the King to be cold and unfeeling in response, but instead he sighed, patting her hair awkwardly without a word.

You watched all this quietly, unable to fight the smile that made its way onto your face. The method of his comforting reminded you much of the early days of your relationship in which he did the same, unsure how to touch you or perhaps even afraid to hurt you. Chevalier may have been called the Brutal Beast for his actions, but he was really more of a beast for the way he was unused to loving human touch.

Over time, he’d eventually grown better and more confident with touching you, a way to express his unending love for you that he couldn’t express with his serious and less-than-romantic words. But it all seemed to revert the moment your daughter was born.

You remembered the very first time he had held her. All his brothers and the palace physician had waited with bated breath, and it was clear in Chevalier’s expression that he had his own reservations about what he was about to do. How could hands used for killing, hands used for exterminating the threats to the kingdom and defending the borders, possibly be suitable for holding that of his small, innocent child? The moment his daughter was placed in his arms, his discomfort was extremely clear –to you, at least– arms frozen stiff in an attempt to be gentle to the tiny creature he'd been entrusted with. But it was this same discomfort and worried reaction that showed you just how much he actually cared about her, and about you, too.

The memory brought a smile to your face, which was met by a strong, familiar poke to the forehead.

“Do not let your head get caught in the clouds, Rabbit,” Chevalier said. His voice was chastising, but the smirk gracing his lips was soft, sweet, making your heart thump.

Chevalier caught sight of one of his brothers out of the corner of his eye, a familiar flop of lilac hair waiting just beyond an ivy-covered arch by the gazebo. It reminded him how, as his daughter grew and came to differentiate his brothers, an unfortunate attachment had grown to a particular somebody. Much to his dismay, his daughter seemed to like her uncle Clavis the most, often shouting his name and using her stubby legs to seek him out when she could, and the feeling was mutual with the resident troublemaker. And Clavis delighted in this fact, often rubbing that in his older brother’s face and using it as an excuse to irritate him at every turn.

But today, Chevalier would use it to his advantage if it meant having you to himself, at least for a little bit. He knelt down to eye level with his child, peering into her familiar ice blue eyes.

“Little rabbit, I want to speak to your mother,” he said. He turned in the direction of his brother, pointing to direct his daughter’s attention in the same direction as well. “Why don’t you go see your uncle Clavis? He’s waiting for you in the gardens.”

His daughter’s eyes widened to a comical size, filled with excitement. Her head whipped around to search, despite Chevalier’s finger pointing the way, but thankfully, Clavis was accompanied by his trusty attendant, Cyran, who popped his head out at the perfect time to catch her attention. His shock of red hair made him look like a human rose, against the background of the gardens.

A shrill shriek filled the air, causing you and Chevalier to wince simultaneously. “Unca Cwavis and Cyan!” Your daughter was still having trouble pronouncing her L’s and R’s, but the men didn't mind. Chevalier watched as his daughter shot forward, “Cyan” quickly bowing to Chevalier in greeting before catching the girl in his arms. As he watched the two leave, he felt an arm slip through his and turned to look at you.

“I’ve missed you too, King Chevalier. I’m so glad to see you look okay,” you said, your relief evident in your smile. “How was everything during the visit? Did everything go alright?”

Chevalier huffed at your questions. “Would I have returned so soon if things did not go well?”

Your face scrunched up for a moment, but you were used to Chevalier’s sass.

“I know, but I’m still allowed to worry about you,” you said, leading Chevalier over to a bench in the gazebo. “The people of Rhodolite know now what a kind King you are, but I can’t say the same about people in other countries. And I know you’re capable of handling many things, but I still don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll always wish for your safety and good health, can’t I wish that for my own husband?”

Chevalier took a moment to look at your face, eyes following the curve of your eyebrows and lips, the shape of your nose and jaw, all features he had long since memorized. Finally, he simply snorted, reaching a hand up to poke your forehead again as a smile made its way onto his lips.

“That is awfully sentimental, and also unnecessary,” he said. “I am not so weak as to be felled so easily. I will always return to my Rabbit in the end, so long as you wish to wait for me.”

Now who’s being sentimental? You didn’t dare say that to his face, although the caution was unnecessary, given the way he was always able to read your thoughts based on your expressions alone. His smile turned teasing, clearly knowing what you were thinking, but he didn’t comment further on it.

“Now, I believe you’re forgetting something,” he said expectantly.

He watched as your head tilted in confusion. The gears were clearly turning in your head to determine what he was waiting for, but it only took a moment for understanding to dawn on your face, your lips curving up into a warm smile.

“Welcome home, Chevalier,” you said, stretching up to place a soft kiss to his cheek.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he returned the kiss to your lips, the taste of home filling his senses. He didn’t speak further, but he didn’t have to. Every ounce of his love was put into his kisses, and you gladly accepted it all.

Neither of you could have ever predicted being here, Chevalier least of all. His life had become a fairy tale on par with the romance books he enjoyed reading but never totally understood. No amount of strict noble education, military strategy, or the annoying words of a certain foolish brother could have told him that a future like this was possible. But as he held you close under cover of the gazebo, happy to finally have you in his arms once again, he realized he was okay with that. You came into his life in a whirlwind of drama and intrigue, turning his expectations around and introducing him to so many unfamiliar things and feelings, like fatherhood, yearning, and love. It wore on him, at times, not being able to see where his future was heading thanks to all the new things he was experiencing by your side. However, so long as it was with you, Chevalier supposed he was okay with a little bit of unpredictability.

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Hi, it's me again ahahha. I enjoyed your writing on Ikemen Prince with Baby on work~

Can you also do one for Chevalier and Clavis? 🥺😁

Ahaha I have to admit, this is something I've thought about from time to time. So, here's approx. 1300 words of Chev and Clavis as papas!

Chevalier

Chevalier stared down at the squirming little thing in his arms. It was the most ridiculous creature. Big, ice-blue eyes stared back at him intently, set in a face much like his own. “If I put you down, are you going to cry?” 

The baby - his daughter - burbled at him nonsensically and then grabbed at his cloak. She caught the fur and stuck it right into her mouth. 

Chevalier patiently removed the fur from her grasp. “What did I tell you? Only food goes into your mouth.” His strict voice belied the tender look in his eyes as he said it, though he did not realize what expression he wore when he looked at his daughter. “I wonder how any child lives to adulthood, sticking random things in their mouths.” He was very sure he’d never done that and there was no one around but Sariel to dispute him.

The baby did not have an answer for him, but she waved her hands in the air above her, reaching for his cloak again. 

He unhooked it and laid it against the back of the chair, safely out of baby-reach. Proactive strategy. Difficult when your opponent gave you so little to work with. “Now. I am going to read. And you are going to be a quiet good girl until your mother comes back.” Chev glared down at the little bundle of joy fiercely. 

“Ama-amamama ah?”

Chev paused mid-breath. “Did you . . . say mama?” 

“Ama-ahamama-aaahhhh!” She squealed at him and stuck her fist into her mouth to bite at it.

The king felt his face stretch into a wide smile. He,and he alone, heard the princess’ first words. Of course. It was a very common word. Mama. But he felt pride swell his chest. He couldn’t wait to see Emma’s face when she heard. 

“Now for your second word,” he told the little princess. “Paaa-paaa . . . paaa - say it.” His eyes gleamed with the ferocious inner light of a tiger teaching its young.

“Ahhh? Bluhbluh . . .” The baby squealed and then went back to sucking on its fist. 

“Paaa. P.” Chev formed the first letter slowly and repeated it several times. “If you can say mama, I know you can say papa. Stubbornness is not a becoming trait. Paaa-paaa.”

His daughter reached up and tried to grab at his chin, giggling and he could not help but laugh too.

Unnoticed in the doorway, Sariel stood with an armload of papers. He watched the king and princess with a gentle smile. Ater a moment, he turned and left as silently as he’d come.

Clavis

The princes of Rhodolite assembled in the garden, their expressions ranging from mild concern to hostile boredom. There were tables set out with an array of bizarre foods. Tarts in an unnatural shade of purple, vegetables with some kind of dangerous looking red glaze, a drink that might have been tea if it wasn’t blue. 

Yves and Licht sat at one table, looking nervous. Luke sprawled disinterestedly on a bench. Jin leaned against a rose-covered arch with his flask in hand - probably the only safe drink at this gathering. 

Rio stood to one side with a tray in hand. It held little cups of what looked like pudding, but it was matte green and had chunks of something yellow jutting out of it. He wasn’t allowing anyone to take one off the tray - not that anyone was asking. 

Leon was gamely chewing one of the violently purple treats, much to Sariel’s obvious horror. Nokto watched from a shaded bench in the corner, clearly hoping for a reaction from the 4th prince. 

“This had better not be a waste of my time.” Chev was the last to arrive, he stepped into the garden and gave the gathering a frosty look. 

Clavis had called them here upon his return from Jade, and no one was quite sure if that meant he was about to prank them or actually had important information to share. With the 3rd born prince, it could go either way or even be both. He was unpredictable, dangerously so. Even marriage and fatherhood had done little to tame him.

Cyran, soldier and confidante to Clavis, appeared at the entrance to the garden right behind Chevalier. “Oh, I promise you this will be worth your time, King Highness.”

Chev’s lip curled, but he sat down and crossed his arms. 

A moment later, Clavis arrived. He was beaming, his smile wider than usual. “Thank you so much for attending my little garden party. I really appreciate it!” 

No one replied, though Jin crossed his arms, almost a mirror of Chevalier's posture. 

“I hope you’re enjoying all my homemade goodies. All from things I bought while in Jade.”

“That’s not the only reason you asked us here, is it?” Sariel’s dry, business-like voice did not sound amused or even faintly interested in ‘goodies’.

Clavis laughed. “Of course not!” He swanned around the gathering, his smile wide and unchanging. “I asked you to come because I made the most fantastic discovery in the Jadean markets.”

“A new medicine,” Leon said hopefully.

“New weapons?” Chev asked with his usual icy disdain.

“Better.”

Nokto smirked. “I hope you aren’t about to show us another nude folio. King Highness did not appreciate that last time, and Yves is still too young for that kind of filth.”

“I might not mind,” Jin hummed. 

“No! I’m a married man now,” Clavis put a hand to his chest. “I can’t imagine wanting to look at anyone but my dear Emma.” 

“So . . . what is it then?” Licht frowned.

“Cyran.” Clavis gestured imperiously. The soldier gave a little bow and hurried off, returning a moment later with something in his arms. Someone, in fact. 

“Well, there it is. The prince has finally lost what mind he had left,” Sariel sighed. “You didn’t find your daughter in the Jadean markets, Clavis.”

The baby in Cyran’s arms wriggled, trying to get loose. She was just old enough that she’d started to walk, holding onto things and as wobbly as a new-born deer.

Clavis laughed. “Of course not! But look at her shoes!” The baby wore a pair of odd looking little shoes over her chubby feet. They were white and pink, with a cute bunny face topped by loppy little ears and a puffy cotton tail above the heel. 

“Baby shoes.” Chevalier said flatly. “You brought us here . . . for baby shoes.”

“Yes! Do you have any idea how hard it is to find cute little shoes that fit those chubby little feet? But in Jade they’ve made these shoes with stretchy tops, see?” He pointed out the way the top stretched over the little baby foot. “And it has a matching headband!” Clavis took it out of his pocket and put it on the baby’s head.

His daughter giggled and grabbed at the ears that now hung down on each side of her adorable face. Her lavender hair stuck up at odd angles where the band had bunched it, but she didn’t seem to mind.

“She does look pretty cute,” Yves said into the awkward silence. 

Licht had a gentle expression on his face, almost tender, as he nodded in agreement. 

The baby wriggled until Cyran had to set her down, holding her two little hands in his big calloused ones. She took a few wobbling steps toward Chevalier, and gave him a big smile. “Uhhnn!” 

Chev regarded her with an arctic glare. “Uncle. Chevalier. It’s not difficult to say.” 

“Uhhhn! ‘Val . . . ear!” The tiny princess pulled a hand loose from Cyran and waved it toward Chev. 

“Aww that’s so cute! But your name is too long. I bet she can say mine.” Jin crouched down to put himself at baby level. “Come on little bun-bun. Come to uncle Jin.”

Nokto chuckled. “Not even a year old and she’s bringing royalty to their knees.”

Chevalier stood. “I do not have time for this.” He stepped carefully around the baby and then walked briskly back toward the palace. It might have been easy to miss the gentle look he gave the child over his shoulder. Certainly, the gathered princes were too occupied to note it. 

Clavis looked entirely pleased with himself as the rest of his brothers tried for the baby’s attention. She loved being the center of things, and for once, he did not mind yielding the spotlight.

𝖑 𝖔 𝖛 𝖊 𝖘 𝖙 𝖔 𝖗 𝖞 .

Chevalier Michel Fluff notes: felt like writing this one just to get some Chev brainrot and general headcanons out of my head. nothing too serious or crazy here. excuse my (literal) french or lack thereof. it's been awhile since i've spoken or written any of the language, so i may be a little out of practice. feedback in messages is always appreciated. otherwise, i hope you forgive me for any mistakes. &lt;3. content warning(s): written with OCs in mind, established characters/OCs, wholesome, sleepy little tiger babies.

A yawn pierced the silence of the royal palace of Rhodolite, the brutal beast getting to his feet and glancing at the candle on the windowsill before lifting it up to his lips to blow it out with a hushed breath, quietly closing the door behind him as he left the office. The king was lead down the hallways by a soft humming melody. The beast followed the melody like a siren’s song down the halls, the faintest of smiles upon his face as he peered into their bedroom, taking note of his wife, his Belle, singing to the two young boys as she rested her head against the pillows, letting them curl up with her. Her eyes closed in a blissful sigh, only opening up to meet his own arctic blue depths in the most loving gaze. She beamed as he moved across the room with a quiet stride, crouching down to rid himself of his gloves and slip off his shoes, climbing into bed and looping his arm behind the pillows that rested against the back of his sons’ heads. Olivier tiredly rubbing at his eyes as he yawned and smiled up at his father, drifting off quickly. It reminded Chevalier much of a certain brother of his, gently brushing the wavy pale blonde locks back from his little brow as he snored quietly. “Chevalier…” his beloved whispered to him, gently nodding at the elder of the boys, eight year-old Arsène, reading their large storybook quietly in the bright moonlight that illuminated the bed from the window behind it. His tiny fingers gently leafing through its pages as he quietly brushed at the wetness of his tired little cobalt eyes. The very picture of his father, if quite small. Chevalier smiled lightly, the smallest quirk of his lips as his eyes narrowed at the little boy that had subconsciously snuggled into his father’s side as he’d joined them to venture into dreamland. He gently grasped the spine of the book, fingers pressed between the pages as he lifted the book out of his eldest’s arms, feeling Arsène’s reluctant grip as he resisted. “Mon petit, you managed to wake before me, it is time for you to rest.” Chevalier gave another gentle tug on the book, feeling the young prince’s grip slacken, but not relent. “I was just reading the part where…wh-where…” his eyelids drooped and fluttered in fatigue as he started to drift before his body jolted slightly. He pouted and frowned up at his father, only to be met with the same smile as always. “Arsène, c’est l’heure d’aller au lit.” Chevalier hummed, leaning over to kiss his forehead, moving to do the same to Olivier’s as younger brother slept curled into his mother’s side. Arsène whimpering and letting go of the book to his father’s grip. Chevalier reached to the bedside table, plucking up one of the boys’ bookmarks and placing it between the hardcover pages. His hand gently setting the collection down and turning back to give the final goodnight kiss to his wife before resting his own head against the pillows. “Papa…?” The beast’s eyes flickered in the moonlight down to Arsène’s matching ones, full of childlike admiration, “I love you.” Some say that the rarest expression on the brutal beast was a faint smile, reserved only for his darling queen. But that wasn’t entirely true, for he had just as bright of a smile when he was reminded just how truly loved he was.

“I love you too, mon petit.” He murmured, drawing his family close as the four of them held each other tight.

lace headers by saradika.

genre: fluff

character: Chevalier Michel

summary: you bake cookies for the princes... But Chevalier decides he'd rather keep them to himself than let anyone else have a taste. Even if they taste terrible.

warnings: none

wc: 1,6k

heart banner by the lovely @/saradika

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You wipe the sweat from your brows, a contented sigh falling from your lips as your eyes fall on the plate of freshly baked cookies on the kitchen counter. Wafts of sweet sugar swirl in the air and engulf you in a comforting hug, the scent of your childhood and of good chocolate chip cookies. 

A smile touches your lips, pride swelling in your chest as you take the plate and make your way out of the palace’s kitchen, to the Second Prince’s office. 

You had been performing your duty as Belle for a while now, the day to choose the next King of Rhodolite soon approaching. Your heart pounding in your chest as you counted the days left to make your decision. 

But a bigger part of you found itself counting the days remaining until you’d have to leave the castle and the people you had grown to know amongst its walls. People you’d never see again, and a King with whom you were to sever all ties. 

Chevalier Michel. The prince you once saw as cruel and unfeeling, before whom your nerves used to tingle and wake in apprehension and anxiety. And before whom your chest now warms and flutters with feelings you cannot pinpoint. 

Feelings which call you closer and closer to him everyday, feelings which ignite inside of you a dangerous desire to melt the ice inside of him. 

And you want to believe you bringing him cookies is an act of kindness, just you taking care of him like you look after the other princes, an attempt at getting closer to him in the name of duty. 

After all, as Belle, isn’t it your job to get to know the princes inside and out? To pry them open and have a look at their heart? 

Yes, but with Prince Chevalier things are different. As your wish to unravel the layers of his personality, of his heart and desires, go far beyond duty. And you bringing him cookies goes far beyond the disinterested act of looking after him. 

It is selfish, a crack in the rules Sariel warned you about. An occasion to be at his side. An occasion to hopefully catch the sight of fleeting warmth on his features, a flicker of something soft and gentle. 

A flicker you saw once but that you wanted to spark to life once again. A reassurance that this hadn’t been a dream or a figment of your imagination. A reassurance that maybe Prince Chevalier cared more than he let on. 

However, even if you got what you wanted, even if Prince Chevalier graced you with a glimpse of the warmth beneath the cold surface of his features, nothing would come out of it. 

Nothing could ever come out of it. As he’d be named king and you wouldn’t see him ever again. 

Still, whether you were selfish or a masochist, you ached for this proximity. Ached for his company and for the sound of his voice, for the way he called you simpleton. A nickname that used to get under your skin and tickle at the nerves there, a nickname that used to raise fury and anger inside of you but now felt like the flap of butterfly wings brushing over your tender heart. 

Your heart trips in your chest as you stop in front of a familiar door, your throat suddenly too dry and palms too clammy. You steel your nerves, a deep breath. 

You knock. A few seconds that feel like years separate you from his answer, until his voice greets your ears. 

“Entrez.” Simple, efficient. Flat. Always a man of few words. 

You step inside, air catching in your lungs as your eyes fall on him, and the world tilts around you. Hair of spun gold, features of porcelain sharp enough to cut through ice, a set jaw you ache to trace with your fingers, and a gaze that pins you in place. Analyzes you and picks you apart. 

The eyes of a tiger made of snow, the eyes of a King. 

“I came to-” You halt, lifting the plate of cookies, “I made cookies and thought I’d offer you one?” 

He doesn’t answer, and your heart flips in your chest as you wait for anything to break the heavy silence that has fallen between the two of you. 

You clear your throat, straightening your back, ready to excuse yourself and leave. You don’t remember when this ever seemed like a good idea. Prince Chevalier hated being interrupted for futilities when he was working. And he hated sweets, so you don’t know what made you believe he’d be interested in cookies. 

“I am sorry, I will just-”

“Come.” His voice slices through your thoughts, cutting you to a halt on your way to the exit. “I will have one.” 

You turn to him, an embarrassed smile on your lips, “You do not need to do that-”

“Stop losing my time, Simpleton.” He stops you, a voice and look that leaves no room for argument, “I will have one.” 

You pad over towards him, apprehension needling its way through your veins. He looks down at the baked goods, observing them before scooping one up from the plate. A bite. And another, and another until nothing but crumbs are left. 

“Is-Is it good?” You ask, judging by his actions he must have appreciated them, right? Still-

“Eatable.” He answers, licking the crumbs off his fingers. “Put the plate here and leave.” 

Warmth spreads through your chest at the idea that he might have liked them, still you freeze. Wondering if you just heard him right. You had intended on giving the remaining cookies to the other princes, Sariel and Rio. It would have been suspicious otherwise, and it wouldn’t have been fair for Prince Chevalier to be the only one having a treat. 

“But I-”

“My orders are not negotiable, simpleton.” A voice that does not give you a say in the matter, features flat and eyes back to the papers piled before him. The conversation is over. 

You do not say anything more as you quietly leave the room, thoughts running in every direction and skin hot to the touch. Why? You shake your head. Well, this must have meant he liked them and that maybe he wasn’t so immune to sweets after all. You should be glad. Yet a tingle of doubt creeps over your nerves.

“Ah! What a shame, I was looking forward to digging my teeth into something sweet.” You jump out of your skin, turning around to spot a laughing Clavis casually leaning against the wall. 

“Prince Clavis! What are you doing here? When did you-” 

“I was waiting for you actually, darling Belle.” He says and you brush aside the pet name, amusement and mischief crinkle in his amber eyes like firecrackers. And that is never a good thing. “What happened to the cookies?” 

You look down at your empty hands, “Oh, Prince Chevalier kept them.” Your voice comes out unsure, like a hanging question mark in your mind. 

“Oh? He did?” Clavis straightens, and you wonder if this is a flash of surprise you caught on his features, swift like the wind and gone with a blink. 

“Yes, he seems to have enjoyed-” 

“I doubt he did, dear Belle.” A smirk caresses his lips as he stands up, long limbs moving like a panther as he approaches you. And you hate the way your heart drops to your stomach. You know that look. “I put salt in the dough.” 

There it is. Mortification bleeds over you. Your eyes wide and mouth agape but no words come out. 

Oh god. Prince Chevalier didn’t keep the cookies because he liked them, you had been foolish to think he’d ever enjoy sweets in the first place. He had kept your cookies to spare his brothers and everyone in the castle from the poisoned gift you had concocted. With the help of Prince Clavis apparently. 

“You did what?” Your blood turns to ice. Prince Chevalier will never accept anything from you ever again. “When did you even-” 

“Does it matter?” Clavis interrupts with an amused smile, and you ache to let your fist collide with his perfectly sculpted nose. But hitting a Prince was not accepted amongst these walls. Nor was it amongst any other walls for that matter. And Sariel would surely give you an earful if you did. You’d spare yourself the trouble. 

“It is too late now. And I got my answers out of this little experiment, so thank you very much, Belle.” He grins, a cheshire cat smile that makes you sick to your stomach. 

“What answers? What are you-”

He laughs, waving a hand in the air and dismissing your questions, for someone seeking answers he wasn’t very keen on delivering ones himself. “Don’t worry your pretty head with these, Belle. I hope you will thank me in due time though.” 

And you are left pondering over the third Prince’s last words as he vanishes in the halls.You make a mental note to apologize to Prince Chevalier later, worry sitting at the pit of your stomach. You hope this one cookie he ate does not make him sick. 

Clavis soars at the piece of knowledge he just earned from this though, the assurance that he had been right. That Chevalier does have a weakness after all. 

The sight of the empty plate resting on his desk when he steps into his brother’s office only confirms his thoughts further. And Clavis can’t wait to see how this all rolls out. 

Greedy, now are we, Chev?

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A Heady Scent (Chevalier Michel x Reader)

Happy Gift Witch Day, @aquagirl1978!! I hope I can make you smile with this wee Chevalier ficlet! <3

Prompt: Scented candles

Suitor: Chevalier

Warnings: Implied sex; fluff with mild spice

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“Look, Chevalier!” you pulled the object from the small tote bag you had brought from town earlier that evening and began to pull away the wrapping. Your lover was perched in his chair in his private library, yours vacant beside him, as he delved into a new set of books you had procured for him. “This will be perfect for when we’re in here reading past dark!” you continued chattering, knowing that despite his seeming indifference, Chevalier was absorbing your every word. 

Once the candle was fully unwrapped, you set it down on the small table that stood on the far side of the room and held the small handheld lighter Leon had gifted you up to the wick. After several seconds, the wick bloomed to life with a small flame, and a light, linen smell blossomed in its wake. “Mmmm,” you hummed as you took in the scent. “It smells so good.” 

You were far too entranced by your new purchase to notice that your lover had closed his book and made it across the room to you, that is, until his hands found purchase around your waist and pulled you roughly back to meet his front. You yelped in surprise, but it quickly turned into a sigh as Chevalier began to clumsily run his hands up and down your body, burying his nose in the crook of your neck and nuzzling it lazily.

“You smell much better.” he murmured, nipping at your sensitive skin. “Put perhaps the shadows from the flame can be put to good use.” he purred, and your entire body responded, knowing exactly what he meant and being desperately eager to put it into action.

“Show me.” 

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𝐉𝐄 𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐈 𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐒 . . . CHEVALIER X READER

► The stroke of midnight is soon to mark the arrival of your birthday, and all you can think about is Chevalier. He's yet to return home.

• rating: G • wordcount: 1,045 • masterlist • title taken from a namesake song by patrick watson, "I'll leave you words"

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Night has fallen over Rhodolite, draping it in its deep royal blue, a cloak of the richest kings for the town to slumber calmly underneath. It appears that this king has allowed an act of carelessness - all the gold coins from his pouch have spilled onto the sea of dark blue, rolling down far, so far that they've become miniature to the eye. Come morning, he'd send for them to be collected; right now, they're yours to admire.

The veil of clouds is thick yet you've spotted that little gap from where the tiny starts are twinkling down at you, and your gaze stays glued there as you wander off in thoughts.

You breathe in the scent of the closing page of today, and it bites back from within your lungs; the air is cold, of course it is, it's winter out there and you're wandering off into the cruel weather underdressed. This innocent little tip-toeing to the terrace is not without a reason, though admiring the night sky is more of an afterthought. You simply here with the idea that the chilly air would help awaken you a little.

Chevalier is still not back, and the clock is close to hitting midnight. You've purposely kept yourself busy until now, not wishing to go to bed without waiting for him first.

It's not that you put some sense of grandiosity to the occasion; you're not the one to demand such things, much less from your lover who has enough on his mind already. He might have forgotten even, and still you won't blame him for it - after all, you are getting something out of it. A negligible amount of selfishness, wanting for him to be the first you see on your birthday. A kiss, afterwards. You needn't even tell him, at least until the morning, when he's rested from yesterday's hardships and you can embed the thought of you in some distant corner of his refreshed mind to do with as he sees fit. You don't need lavish celebrations or all of Rhodolite's roses at your feet. A kiss after midnight will do.

You fail to suppress an yawn, despite priding yourself in having mastered that field under the stern eye of Sariel. The puff of warm air that comes with it is another waste of precious body warmth and you start missing the big and comfy bed for a whole another reason besides sleep. In record time the terrace is behind you, the dress discarded somewhere with the last remains of the coldness clinging to it - because you're already in your nightgown, all snuggled up in bed.

You hug what you call the "Chevie pillow" because of its yellow-beige tassels reminding you of his blonde hair. Having just come from outside, it's not too hard to imagine it sharing some kind of warmth with you - everything is warmer than your body right now, after all.

But with warmth comes sleepiness. As your last resort, some stubborn simpleton you are, you feel around on your nightstand for the book you've been reading. It's not some breath-hitching story able to keep you up all night as you were familiar with those, and thus you didn't pick it up sooner, but now… if you were to fall asleep, it wouldn’t be too bad to do it in the company of good book.

A distant sound of a bell comes to your ears, the stroke of midnight as you're used to hearing it. It takes a second or two even for you to realize.

You cuddle the Chevie pillow closer to your chest, imagination fast at work to paint a picture where Chevalier were able to return on time. Maybe it would've slipped from your mouth by now, you're not too good at keeping secrets. Maybe he would've given you that rare wide-eyed gaze enough to get lost in the irises of icy blue. Maybe, right after, a kiss.

It's not a sad thought, no, no, no! Now that the hands of the clock have aligned, the tension has dissipated, it seems. Now or in another hour, Chevalier is returning home, he is returning to you, he's slipping under the covers of your shared bed, and joining you in your dreams. Given that you would be dreaming by then.

Right, the book. You curl your toes under the comforter, feeling silly about the fact that you tried everything yet it was some daydreaming about your lover that finally lifted the slumber from your heavy eyelids somewhat. Taking a comfortable reading position, you open your book at the page where your bookmark faithfully waits for you.

Only, it's not the bookmark that you find there.

You take the note that was cleverly disguised as the familiar item and take a careful look at it under the light. Unfolding it, the breath refuses to come out of your lungs until you've made sure.

It's Chevalier's writing.

To the simpleton reading this well into the night,

Happy Birthday.

These two words on paper fail as a means to congratulate you, as I'd much rather be holding you in my arms right now. Even if I can tell they're most likely enough to make you smile this very moment.

Instead of waiting for me, I suggest you get some sleep. It would be best if you're well-rested for tomorrow.

Chevalier.

Tears fill the corners of your eyes, and you know the Chevie pillow will get to shine again as a replacement for the real thing, catching your tears as you bury your face in it. Instead of a coherent string of thoughts revolving around the fact that he remembered and moreover thought of such a clever way to surprise you, or the promises of the coming day, you make some kind of noise into the pillow that you're for once glad Chevalier is not around to hear and comment on. You stand like that for a moment, trying to remember how to breathe, think, anything.

You haphazardly shut the book with a thud and shove it somewhere in the nightstand, extinguishing the light and curling up onto your side clutching into your beige-colored loyal companion.

There is just one thing now.

How are you supposed to fall asleep?!

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the good earth

chevalier; 1,282 words, fluff and the barest hint of angst; chevalier agrees to have a picnic, gn!reader

you ask him out for a picnic, and he agrees before he can stop himself. later, he’d wonder what possessed him to entertain such foolishness, such misanthropic meanderings of the mind but then — then you smile, and he puts aside the seventeen things he’s had on his mind and reaches out to help you carry the four bottles of champagne.

by the time you all settle in the rose gardens, clavis is grinning like the devil and chevalier teeters briefly on whether or not to kick him in the shins.

he decides on not as you go about laying out the freshly baked breads and the soft, melting cheeses. there’s jam from the orchards and cakes from the kitchens. chevalier cocks his head as he watches you spread a liberal dollop of creme fraiche on a piece of bread and offer it to him.

“it’s good! i promise.”

chevalier quirks a single eyebrow, smirks, and takes it from you. the cream is sweet and light and tangy, the bread the perfect amount of warm and chewy. he wonders if the kitchens have always been this good, and then he wonders if it’s just the effect of you.

and later, much, much later — when they’ve all had their fair shares of creme and bread and fruits and jam, when the sun is hanging sweet and low as summer berries, the sky painted in languid, lazy brushstrokes of pinks and golds and blistering silver clouds, he finds himself watching you. like he always has.

“you’re staring,” you say, your eyes slipping towards him to catch his gaze, to hold it for a second before it flickers back up towards the darkening sky. up, far, far above you are the first burgeoning sighs of twinkling stars.

“yes,” he says, unabashed in his intensity, “so i am.”

he watches as your cheeks darken, watches as your eyes slowly slide back to meet his again. and this time, he doesn’t let you go. all around you, the other princes are slowly making their exits, their excuses muttered on smirking lips, first luke, then nokto, and finally even clavis, who’d been watching you both with a sharp, rapier-like amusement bows his head and heads back in. you try your best not to blush and you’re unsure if you manage it.

“there’s still a glass of champagne left.”

chevalier’s voice is pointed as always. you turn to look down at the half-filled flute sitting by your hand.

“so there is.”

“come.”

chevalier stands up with a woosh of ghost-white robes and offers you a hand. you regard it for a split second before taking it and letting him help you to your feet.

“leave the mess, we’ll come back to for it later,” he says, as if reading your mind.

you press your lips together but before you can make to follow him, he turns around, his eyes fixed on you as he says —

“bring the champagne.”

you blink. and then, you reach down for the glass.

you follow him to the memorial grounds, the huge marble monoliths carved with the names of all the knights and soldiers who had given their lives for the greater good. chevalier pauses before each with a solemn silence. you follow behind him, unable to stem your curiosity as you watch him.

“graves are for the living,” chevalier finally says as you come to a pause beside him, looking over the vast sunken green field of the memorial grounds, “they’re for us to mourn the dead. those who have passed have no use for them.”

you nod.

“yes… i know.”

“but it’s because of that… that they’re made all the more important,” he says, turning to face you again. there’s the shadow of a smile flickering across his lips.

“go on then, pour the champagne.”

you blink at him before turning back to the memorial grounds and slowly emptying the glass of champagne into the grass at your feet, pouring it out in a steady, horizonal line. a toast to the dead, made for the living.

how fitting.

later, after the remnants of the picnic have all been cleared away, after the glasses have been washed and the fruit pits disposed of. you find yourself watching him as he reads, leaning against the wall of your room, the balcony open against the tepid summer air.

“you’ve never done that before,” you say, without preamble. because chevalier has never needed you to explain to understand.

“hm.”

you bite back a grin, “what’s made you so sentimental?”

the book in chevalier’s hands snap shut.

“don’t asks questions you already know the answers to.”

you fight back the urge to roll your eyes as he pins you with a glare.

“alright, alright — but… it really isn’t like you… even after all…” you motion vaguely at the space between you and him with a faint blush, “all… this.”

at this, chevalier smirks, cocking his head, and you feel your stomach twist into ever tighter knots inside you.

“i suppose it’s because… someone somewhere once taught me that the only difference between a graveyard and a garden is what you choose to put in the ground,” he says, his head still cocked, his eyes cool even as you go ever and ever hotter beneath his penetrating gaze.

you can’t help but blush at his pointed words, but your body is awash with tingles as you finally parse out the depths of his admission.

you’d taught him something.

“o-oh! i — uhm… that’s… well,” you cast about for something to say, something other than oh and uhm. finally, you settle on, “sounds smart, whoever taught you that.”

chevalier’s smirk grows as he pushes off the large loveseat and closes in on the edge of your bed, towering over your as he looks down at you over his aquiline nose and sculpted lips.

“yes. they were.”

he leans down, and you feel your breath hitch in your chest as he presses you back into the soft, downy sheets of your bed.

“s-so… have you thought about… planting some more flowers in the memorial field, then?” you ask, averting your eyes as he crawls onto the bed, his weight shifting the bed beneath you, your traitorous heart thumping up against your chest in ever and ever faster rhythms.

“i have,” chevalier muses, his voice light and unaffected, “i’ve already given the order for it to be done.”

“oh…” is all you have in response, though it seems to please him all the same. you take a deep, steadying breath before forcing yourself to turn back and meet his piercing, star-fire gaze.

“so next time,” he says, pulling back suddenly, smoothing his hands over the material of his clothes as he makes his way back over to the loveseat to resume his book, “we might have a picnic there instead. once the flowers start blooming.”

“a picnic… in the memorial field,” you echo.

he nods, flipping open his book again.

a picnic with the dead… for the living.

you allow yourself a secret smile as you nod, thinking back to that last glass of champagne.

because yes — the only difference between a graveyard and a garden might be what you choose to put in the ground. but says who that life cannot thrive in a place for the dying? after all — graveyards are for the living, aren’t they? and champagne and flowers too.

“yes… i’d like that,” you say, nodding, smiling, bright as bright can be, “i’d like that very much indeed.”

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My Big Cat - Chevalier Michel

Genre: Fluff! Pronouns: you/your Warnings: None Words: 367 Notes: Shout out to the most awesomest @blake-elladonna for helping with editing!

King Chevalier returned to his room with a sigh. The stacks of paperwork continuously grew no matter the amount he completed. Meetings ran long; one nearly making him late for another if it hadn’t been for Clavis, who prevented it. Yet it didn’t stop Chevalier’s frustration from building. With the sun lower and the hours growing later, even Chevalier had a limit to how much he could do in a day. Even if that limit seemed endless.

“That long of a day, huh?” You asked, rested upon propped pillows with a book in hand.

Chevalier removed his boots and changed into his sleepwear, humming in agreement as he climbed between your outstretched legs. He hugged your torso, laying down his head with the feeling of you tucking the blanket around his shoulders. This wasn’t something he’d done before nor was it something you would’ve expected of him, but the love that swelled in your chest as he rested in your embrace caused you to smile.

Despite being able to relax and get comfortable, you felt tension in his body. There wasn’t much you could do in this position but you managed to push his hair from his face, your nails massaging his scalp as you cardded your fingers through his hair. And with tension in Chevalier’s body melting away, it wasn’t long before he fell asleep.

You couldn’t recall the last time Chevalier fell asleep before you did — if he ever had. 

His face had grew softer, more relaxed; holding a look you’d catch glimpses of if there wasn’t work to be done, or it was just the two of you and you pressed a kiss on his cheek. 

Kissing his head, words slipped from your lips, “My big cat.” 

If Chevalier woke and found your typical roles reversed, well, he wasn’t going to say anything. Whether his shoulder acted as your pillow or if his head rested atop of yours; he would keep his forearms wrapped around you, keep still to prevent your fingers from slipping out of his hair. Only to shift his lower body to be closer to you. Finding pleasure in being held; just as long as it was you who held him.

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Everyone knows that you can only start eating once the king does. It doesn't matter how much you are hungry, or from which kingdom you are. You are not to eat before the king. Especially not while the food is still being served.

However, the little princess seems to pay no mind to such a rule. Seated on the king's lap, her arms at her side, she leaned forward and bit into the slice of cake. It was her 2nd birthday after all and she has waited long enough.

Her father snorted, "It seems I have just been dethroned". Despite the icy blue eyes, his tone was rather gentle and a small smile showed his amusement.

"Oh no, let me get her off you and away from the cake-", her mother, the queen, gasped and moved to pick up the the princess.

"Nonsense.", huffed the king, his grip firm on his daughter, "when did I ever say you should do that?"

"Oh my Chevie, you might want to start eating if you wish to taste the cake", teased Clavis. True to his word, the piece of cake was getting smaller and smaller as the princess continued to nibble on it. But the king only snorted again, while pulling the plate closer, ensuring that the little princess had no issues in reaching the cake.

It seems she was very fond of strawberry cakes.

Characters: Gilbert, Chevalier, Clavis reader

Paring: Gilbert X reader

Words count: 750

Synopsis : Clavis and KING Chevalier visit Obsidian as Rhodolite representative on birth of Gilbert and former belles (your) child. As Gilbert let's them meet the baby they both witness something that leaves them surprised and smiling in the end .

Gilbert holds his little baby just so precious, his eyes so soft on her his bloodlust gone the room felt so calm like a shrine ! Everyone including Clavis and Chevalier could feel that the conqueror beast was conquered by a little kid , something not even the most genius of men could do . His smile is so care free as he gazes at his little daughter . “ My little tiny bunny , you look soo much like your mother , let daddy protect you ok !?” He speaks to her his tone coated in honey, after coming out from his world of happiness a joy after being a father for the first time Gilbert glances at Clavis and Chevalier .” Fufu look how cute is my daughter Chev I bet you are jealous but you too have been an uncle , And Clavis I hope you won’t drag my little one into your pranks ! But I am assured you will help me like a good friend won’t you !?”. “ The mood grew slightly tense as Clavis understood who it was before him . The conqueror beast was a beast after all now a protective one . Chevalier heaved a sigh “ Ridiculous, I don’t care”. He was almost going to leave the room when Gilbert blocked his way out .” Aha nope nope atleast have a look at her , no wait fufu hold her see for yourself how charming she is!” With the gleeful smile Gilbert hands his daughter to Chevalier , Chevalier who was clearly annoyed now holds the infant with somewhat awkward clumsy handle on her yet being careful not to hurt or drop the little one . When he gazes at her face her brown doe like eyes sparkle and a giggle escapes her lips while her hands extends towards him, trying to grab him , Chevalier who always had even adults cowering at his intense icy gaze felt a sense of warmth and surprise at how this baby was clearly enjoying herself held by a man known as brutal beast , it probably was because she herself was the daughter of the women with the most beautiful heart in rodholite “ BELLE” and the conqueror beast as her father. Chevalier smiled a little the same soft smile he rarely showed some selected people . “ Ah Chev smiled ! Wow she even won over the brutal beast “. Clavis exclaimed . “ hhaha didn’t I say you Clavis … she “ Gilbert was trying to explain about how wonderful his daughter is when he got interrupted, he couldn’t believe his ears “ ma.. ma … mama” his little baby was looking towards the door while held by chevalier, there stood the love of his life mother of his daughter , you , THE WOMEN. WHO ONCE WAS BELLE. That was your daughters first words . You and Gilbert rushed to her but she was not done yet . “ pa.. pa .. papa fuuup “ she called gilbert. Chev holding the baby didn’t know what to do . He was confused why were both you and Gilbert acting so strange its just some words by a baby while Gilbert and you both were tongue tied and almost going to burst to tears. “That’s our baby’s first time speaking “ Gilbert spoke softly . Now he gets it getting to witness a child’s first time speaking is definitely something to behold he realized how warm Gilbert gaze felt . But what he didn’t anticipate was the child’s next move .“ cheu, chewu, chev “ she called out to him with her so precious smile . How could someone so small be so courageous . It wasn’t anything big but it was big for chevalier it was Important for him. And not only him she glance at Clavis and started calling out to him as well “ clai, clavi, Claveshee “ . Now it was Clavis’s turn to run to Chevaliers side “ dearie me ! You are definitely dangerous taming 3 beasts as soon as you start speaking How am i going to leave your side when you call out to me soo lovingly !you are going to be more courageous than your mother who married the world wide disaster !”Captivating the brutal beast , the conqueror beast and the pleasure loving beast all at once with her charms your little baby was definitely was an enigma who was to turn the world upside down ! . You thought as Chevalier handed you your baby while Gilbert pressed a kiss to your forehead ! While the four of you made your way to the gardens to witness something even more wonderful with you little life in arms.

THE END …

A/N CONGRATULATIONS ON MAKING TO THE END ! I was soo much in awwe with the new card for gilbert in jp where emma has been changed to kid it made me write it💓💓💫😌 my hearttt feels blessed hope you like it !!

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