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dear-mrs-otome · 2 years

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Silvio Ricci - 1st Birthday (His POV) - Yet Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “Cut it out, back off!”)

Here is my irreverent, only nominally-guaranteed accurate rendition of Silvio’s 1st birthday story in his POV.

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Birthdays are the easiest occasion of the year to close a deal. No time to rest, as many merchants come looking for investments - Silvio’s never had any doubts on that matter. In fact, he’s always thought it was the best way to celebrate a birthday.

Until that cheeky woman prodded a sore spot.

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“You’re late,” he tells her, when he finally sees her amidst the hectic preparations for his birthday party. Pissy because she's dawdled when a few hours prior he’d summoned her with an invitation.

And the effing dog is along, too.

Said 'dog' reminds Silvio that his mistress took time out of her busy schedule to come. "Don't you think she deserves a thank you at least?"

Silvio retorts that he doesn't remember summoning HIM, but Rio just cheekily reiterates that his place is by his lady's side. To which Silvio says he'll just put Rio to work as well then, if that's the case.

He calls out to have Rio assist wherever they're short-handed. Usually a birthday party would be put on by the host country, but since he's using it as a business venture he'd declined - other than the venue, all other preparations and work is being done by Benitoite servants and Rhodolite he's hired…but they still would be hard-pressed to say they had enough manpower.

Rio tries to push back against this, and Silvio points out that he, a mere butler, doesn't have grounds to refuse a foreign prince's commands.

"With all due respect, the only commands I heed are my lady's -" Rio starts to retort, but Emma cuts him off and says it's fine, asking Rio to please lend a hand.

She gets it, unlike the damned dog, he thinks - realizing she must have known what battles to pick. She’s got some backbone at least, unlike the reluctant dog.

Rio warns her that if anything happens to definitely call him, he’ll rush over the moment she does. She thanks him but Silvio castigates him for treating people like they’re something to be suspicious of, and he shoos Rio off to join the huddle of servants. Then he turns back to her, and orders here to follow him.

Back in the room he’d rented to store gifts in, there’s more than there were before again. He hasn’t really had occasion to have a birthday in Rhodolite, and there are more gifts here than he’d expected - though not as many as in Benitoite. But he’s bound to find a few places to invest amongst this many.

Well, that is, after…

He puts a hand on the stunned woman’s shoulder, and smiles. “You’re my maid starting now.” At her confusion, he continues. “I want you to give me your birthday present in the form of labor.”

“....I’m sorry, what?” she replies.

“You got eyes, don’t play dumb,” he fires back. “I want a list made of all the gifts here, so that I can match the sender with what’s inside.” She’s merely silent in response, and he tells her it’s pointless if it’s not finished before his party - so get cracking.

He’d decided from almost the start to have the woman’s help with this - not only did it provide the benefit of harassing that effing dog, but he knew that if he didn’t there’d be no birthday gift of any sort from her.

It pisses me off that the fucking dog gets a present and I don’t.

With her still complaining, he slouches down in a chair. “I told you to move your hands, not your mouth. We’re shorthanded.”

It’s not a lie to say that there aren’t enough people…and he hopes she does prove more useful than the other maids.

Only for him to be stunned a short while later, when she more than proves herself to be so. Despite her dissatisfaction, she does her job properly, and he can see the thought put into making the list clear for the reader. It pleases him greatly, and he considers having her draw up documents for other projects also…

Pondering this as he looks over the list, he can suddenly feel her gaze on him.

“Prince Silvio…” she begins.

“What?”

“What’s this list used for?” she asks.

Bemused that she’s only just now asking, he explains it’s for business dealings, which she echoes in confusion. He explains how the gifts that are brought to him are product samples, in essence. Looking up from the papers to point at the gift that she’s holding in her hands and elaborates how, for example, the carved rose she’s holding was made by a new metalworker. If he thinks their work has value, he’ll consider investing in them.

“Birthday parties are the place to close those deals - there aren’t many places in Rhodolite where someone can discuss such ventures directly with me. All the merchants in this country send me their goods. I’m always looking for new investments,” he finishes. “I’ll compare the list you made with the goods and prioritize who to meet with from there.”

He chides her that if she gets that, she should not drag her feet and keep working.

Her expression looks at a loss - more gifts have been arriving without pause while she was making the list, so it’s no wonder she’s fed up with the unending task. But he’s not about to let her off the hook, though.

When he tries shifting his attention back to the list once more, she returns the carving to the box with her gaze turned down. “Aren’t you lonely?”

“Huh?” he asks, surprised.

“Because…it’s your birthday. In theory, it’s supposed to celebrate the day of you being born…but it seems like business comes before any celebration,” she explains.

“What does it matter? If I can find a good investment, that’s not a bad thing,” he counters.

There’s nothing wrong with relationships built on money. Like the woman has pointed out, all the gifts here are meant to broach business rather than honor a birthday. There’s really nothing of genuine celebration here.

…It’s better than not being noticed at all on your birthday.

He’s never complained. Never been dissatisfied. But…that doesn’t mean he thinks nothing of the woman’s questions. “Well, it’s not that I don’t get what you’re saying,” he tells her, to her silence. “If I am ‘lonesome’, what are you going to do about it?”

“...Didn’t you say me working like this was your birthday gift?” she replies.

“Ha. You don’t feel like ‘celebrating’ either, do you?” he points out flatly. This has been a bunch of idiocy to listen to, and dismissing it he looks back at the list to plan out his deals again. He’s not interested in discussing a bunch of weakling crap.

This is a party about finding mutual benefit. No more, no less. There’s no need for ‘feelings’ in business…and sourly, he curses to himself and thinks how he could use a drink right now.

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Just before the party began, she finished her work, and Silvio had grabbed her when she’d been so overjoyed to be finished, to order her to go to the party next…

“Oh, don’t you look like you’re pouting,” Nokto says to him, asking if he hasn’t had a fruitful business meeting. The fox bastard, 7th prince of Rhodolite, approaches him with a satisfied, smug grin.

“I’m certain business is going well,” Silvio replies.

“Oh really? If it’s not that…I wonder if it has anything to do with her not being here?” Nokto smirks, and Silvio keeps silent. “I was sure you’d force her to come to the party. Where is she now then?”

“I don’t know.” The moment he’d taken his eyes off her, she’d run away - the damned dog gone too. He’s annoyed she gave him the slip because he was so busy dealing with guests.

“I see, I see…that’s why you’re in a bad mood,” Nokto says, smiling.

Silvio scowls and says that he’ll have her make up for it later - only for Nokto to point out that it doesn’t hinder his business dealings if she’s not there, does it? It’s rather unusual for him to give a fig about a guest that has nothing to do with his business, right?

“You need entertainment at a party, don’t you?” Silvio argues.

Nokto muses that the entertainment might just have become today’s main event, but he waves it off when Silvio presses him on that and instead suggests that he and Silvio chat at some point - he’s sure they can come to some good agreements.

He toddles off to talk with guests, leaving Silvio to wonder how the side entertainment could become the main deal. And then, around the middle of the party, she returned.

Once his main priorities had been addressed, and the socializing slowed down a bit, the woman and the damned dog appear, not apologetic in the slightest. As if blithely unaware of their offense.

He’s surprised they came back at all, frankly, and before the next guest can try to step up and talk to him he walks over to them. “You got some real nerve running away when you’re my maid, don’t you?” he accuses her, before turning to Rio. “And you, fecking dog, you abandoned your duties too.”

“I’m not your dog,” Rio retorts, before turning and asking if his mistress won’t reconsider and change her mind about this after all.

“It’s true, coming back and immediately being cursed at makes one want to give up on the whole thing…” she agrees with Rio.

“What are you talking about?” Silvio demands, only growing more suspicious and irritated when Rio and Emma wave it off in unison, and threatening to have them both tossed out of the party for being disrespectful.

But he’s cut off in the middle of his rant by the woman. “Are you sure you want to say that, Prince Silvio?” And with a proud look on her face she presents him with a simple box.

He hadn’t thought she’d bring anything…but it’s not hard to imagine what the box is, tied up with a careful ribbon. “...You’re not saying that’s a gift for me, are you?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she replies. “I made it, along with Rio.”

He stares in silence, taken aback - realizing that’s the reason she’d dashed off and left. Not just her, but the damned dog too…

A memory comes to mind, a past scene in Benitoite, with an unnamed voice. “This is for you, big brother. I thought I should at least give you a present.” The voice points out how if at least one person doesn’t genuinely celebrate his birthday each year, it’d be lonely. “No, I don’t like the idea of my big bro being sad!”

That scrap of the past that lingers for a moment raises a feeling he hasn’t felt in quite some time. It’s been three years since I received such a simple gift.

“From the looks of you, it seems you don’t want it, even though my lady made it for you…ah well, c’est la vie. Why don’t we eat it together later?” Rio suggests to Emma.

She agrees slowly that it doesn’t seem like Silvio’s happy with it, only for him to cut her off and berate them both for putting words in his mouth. He snatches the box from her, wondering what they might have come up with on the spot since they didn’t seem to have known it was his birthday. He places it on one of the tables lined up in the hall and unties the ribbon - opening the lid and lifting out a small rose cake. It’s decorated with fruits and sugar confections in the shape of a flower - like nothing he’s ever seen in Benitoite.

He wonders with surprise if it’s a traditional way of celebrating birthdays in Rhodolite. It’s clearly handmade, not the perfect product of some professional baker.

Scolding them for not bringing him a fork and plate if they gift someone cake, he asks if they expect him to eat it with his fingers.

“...Wha, are you going to eat it right now?” she asks, stunned.

“If I don’t eat it now, when am I supposed to eat it?” he retorts. “It’ll lose its flavor if you wait.”

He still can’t quite believe he’s been presented with an amateur’s homemade cake. And from all around he can feel people’s sharp stares on him - but he doesn’t feel like dealing with them at the moment. It’s obvious inferior to all the gifts around it, a trifle really, but it intrigues him. And although he keeps his calm while accepting the slice cut for him by the damned dog, inside he’s brimming with curiosity.

He cuts a small piece off and brings it to his mouth, baffled how a rose cake might taste. Really damned sweet, is the answer…but still, there’s a deliciousness that you can’t find with something made en masse by a bakery.

“Points deducted for the fact that some fecking dog helped, but I’m willing to give you a pass on this,” he proclaims on a smirk. “This country really does make everything about roses.”

The damned dog and the woman look at each other. The woman’s happiness is obvious - and he knows the dog’s tells well enough to know when he’s happy, so he can see she’s not the only one. Both seemingly pretty proud of themselves…but he has to admit to himself that he’s a bit pleased too.

Eventually he finishes the cake, and has a passing servant bring some drinks - not just for himself, but for three people. “You guys should drink today too. In Benitoite, we celebrate birthdays with alcohol.”

“Have you had enough of me playing maid?” she asks, but he insists no - it’s her job now to drink and wait on him.

For today, he thinks, he’ll even let her sassiness slide.

In actuality, he was going to order her about more and more, but he lost interest…and he couldn’t hide his broad smile.

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After the party, when most of the guests had begun making their way home, he’s walking through the garden in the summer evening breeze. But it’s not a stroll he’s partaking in…

Earlier, a servant in the hallway had stopped him and told him he’d seen the young lady heading to the garden, but she seemed a bit off. “She looked to be unsteady on her feet, should I go after her?”

“Ah, no, it’s fine. I’ll go and get her,” he’d replied.

He’s walking along now, sour that she’s gotten so far after he’d let her go when the party ended. The fact that she’s alone too, no fecking dog, means that she went back to her room and then left it again without going to sleep. Just what in the hell is she doing?

Eventually he spots her, leaning against the railing of a garden bridge, staring blankly up at the sky. “Oi, drunkard. You’re not supposed to be here.”

“I’m not drunk enough to be called a drunkard,” she protests.

“That’s what every drunkard says,” he counters. “Don’t wobble around here, hurry up and head back to your room.”

“Why…are you here, Prince Silvio?”

“Just needed a change of scenery,” he deflects offhandedly, averting his gaze. Telling himself it’s because he just wanted a dig at that damned dog…not because he was worried or anything.

She pushes away from the bridge, and her delicate frame sways unsteadily.

“Tch, what did I tell you?” By reflex he reaches out to brace her, bringing her closer. A shudder running through him but he manages to tamp down the urge to withdraw his hand. She apologizes and thanks him, and he points out that she can’t walk in this state. “If you say ‘I’ll serve you for the rest of my life’, I’ll carry you on my back.”

“...I’ll do my best to walk,” she flatly refuses.

Uncharming as ever, he thinks on a scowl. She pulls away from his hand and begins to wander off, leaving him to sigh with frustration and circle around in front of her toddling path again. Unable to just sit back and watch after all.

He takes off his cloak, and turns to offer his back to her.

“Prince Silvio?” she questions.

“Hurry up,” he tells her.

He was the one who got her drunk, after all. He’d noticed her drinking at a hefty pace, but clearly didn’t know her limits…and silently he scolds her for being an idiot and forcing herself to drink.

“I’m not going to serve you for the rest of my life,” she insists.

“That was a joke - don’t make me change my mind,” he threatens. She seems at a loss, but seemingly realizing it was pointless to resist, she finally does as he bid and climbs up.

He sucks in a breath at the feeling of her soft warmth against his back, steeling himself to grit his teeth and bear with this, because he had volunteered. When he begins walking with her piggyback, he can feel her breath on him no matter how much he dislikes it.

….Ahhh, damn it all. I can’t calm down. I knew I shouldn't have done something I'm not used to.

He used to carry his cheeky little brother on his back, but this is the first time he's ever carried a woman like this.

"...This is sweet of you," she tells him.

"No. It’s just if I carry you on my back, that damned dog will be so bitter," he argues.

"I don't think that's the only reason you're carrying me."

"Wha?"

"Also -" She puts her arms around his neck, and hugs him blithely.

This person! He can feel his face burning, his whole body trembling - this unpleasantness at about his limit. "Cut it out, back off!"

Her only answer is to let out a little giggle.

"I'll drop you, you little…" he threatens.

"No you won't."

"What makes you so sure of that?" he asks.

"It’s just my hope that you won’t."

He doesn't reply - only thinks to himself that she shouldn't get carried away. Adjusting her on his back with a click of his tongue. What he'd like to do is just let go and drop her,...but he can't, which is why he's having such a hard time. Cursing himself for not just leaving the drunk woman alone like he should have.

Whether it's basic human decency, a jab at that damn dog, or some other emotion entirely…he can't say why he's walking around with a woman on his back, grappling with his discomfort like this.

"Damn it…it's my birthday, but I have to be pushed around by you!" he curses.

"Consider it my revenge for using me," she fires back.

He grumbles that she’s still holding onto that, when she startles him with a sudden exclamation. “Don’t scream in my ear!! What is it now, you drunk??” Every time she speaks he can feel her breath on him, and he’s silently begging her to give him a break.

“Happy birthday, Prince Silvio.”

“Huh?” The words he hears from her next have him stopping in his tracks.

“I feel like I forgot to say so when I handed over the cake…but I’m wishing you one, from the bottom of my heart.”

“Ha…it’s a little late for that.”

She’s not charming, but she has strange tastes, he thinks. Saying she’d celebrate him like that, despite being aware of her usual bad attitude. He’s confident in his ability to tell when people are lying, because of his line of work, but he doesn’t get that impression from her words at all.

“Just for today…I’ll let your insolence slide.” The voice he says that in is so tender it disgusts him.

Not that I’m happy about it…not that I wanted you to celebrate it.

However…when she’d said ‘happy birthday’ in such a soft tone, he couldn’t help but feel his heart pound a little. Quickly though he tells himself that can’t mean anything - clearly, it’s just all these unpleasant feelings throwing him off.

…I don’t know who I’m even making excuses to.

The scent of the roses riding the summer breeze seems even sweeter than usual.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri silvio #spoiler #spoilers #ikemen prince spoilers #ikepri spoilers #ikepri jp summary #who ARE you making excuses to boy #BOIIII

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not-krys · 1 year

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2022 Writing Summary

Time again for everyone's favorite post of the year: the Year End Summary!

Lots more writing than last year, so I'm happy for that. Did a few writing challenges this year as well, so that's something I'm proud of.

For previous years summaries, here's 2020's summary and 2021's summary.

And, as always, you can also check out my master list for a full list of my works past and present.

And now, let's crunch some numbers.

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Posted works to tumblr/ao3: 8

-Start the Day [Ikemen Vampire, Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader]: 221

-Birthday Present [Ikemen Prince, Nokto Klein x Clara Laurent (OC)]: 221

-How Would That Even Work? [Ikemen Sengoku, Mitsuhide Akechi x Preg!Reader]: 755

-The Red Shawl [Ikemen Revolution, Jonah Clemence x Preg!Reader]: 1038

-A Little Tired [Ikemen Prince, Licht Klein x Reader]: 221

-A New Resident [Ikemen Vampire, Comte de Saint Germain x Preg!Reader]: 2157

-Name [Ikemen Prince, Leon Dompteur & Leona Dompteur (OC)]: 1785

-Second Glance part 4 [Ikemen Sengoku, long fic]: 3402

Total Word Count on Published Fanfics: 9,800

Published Headcanons:

-Ikevamp Suitors Help You Get Dressed: 1,549

Total Word Count on Headcanons: 1,549

Published WIPs (That Were Written in 2022): 7

-Second Glance Pt. 4 [Ikemen Sengoku: Nobutaka (OC), Nobukatsu(OC)] :1024

-Clara and Nokto in the Library NSFW [Ikemen Prince, Nokto Klein x Clara Laurent (OC)]: 693

-Silence [Ikemen Series and Obey OCs, Houki, Maddie, Abby, Clara, Miri]: 1992

-Fictober Off Season-You Keep Me Warm [Ikemen Revolution, Lancelot Kingsley x Reader]: 266

-Fictober 2022-You Love This, Don't You? [SLBP, Kojuro Katakura x Reader]: 334

-Fictober 2022-Sounds Like a You Problem [Ikemen Prince, Licht Klein, Nokto Klein x Clara Laurent (OC)]: 405

-Fictober 2022- Leon and Princess Leona snippets [Ikemen Prince, Leon Dompteur & the Fourth Prince]: 707

Total Word Count on Published WIPs: 5,421

Total Creative Works Word Count: 16,770

Essays/Commentary/Asks/Other Writings: 26

-Will I Continue Writing anon: 204

-OC Emoji Ask (Ophelia, Abigail, Miri): 649

-Yet Another Writing Ask: 864

-Artist Asks (anng): 85

-Artist Asks: (Honey): 513

-OC Emoji Asks (Ophelia, Miri): 563

-Artist Asks (Yuu): 200

-Character Bingo (Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, the Mitsus, Vincent, Arthur): 1209

-Put a character in my askbox (Vlad, Faust): 265

-Put a character in my askbox (Diavolo, Mozart, Leon): 554

-Put a character in my askbox (Ieyasu, The Mitsus, Yoshimoto): 1085

-Writer Asks (Chase): 475

-Writer Asks (Lorei): 423

-Writer's Would You Ever (Alby): 219

-Artist Ask Meme (Honey): 464

-Ikemen Tag Game: 2262

-Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks 1.0 (Lorei): 960

-Questions about Creating Your Ocs (Houki, Ophelia, Maddie, Miri): 951

-Questions for Fic Writers (Scummy): 638

-Questions For Fic Writers (Mo): 399

-Weirdly Specific Artists Asks (honey): 474

-Random Numbers Asks (honey): 34

-Random Numbers Asks (anng): 401

-Fanfic Writer Wrapped 2022 (Lorei): 369

-Give Me a Number OC Ask (Honey): 527

-Fanfic Writer Emoji Asks 2.0 (Lorei): 289

Total Word Count on Other Writings: 15,078

Total Word Count for 2022: 31,848

Lots of little things this year, adding up to some big totals.

Thanks for everyone for sticking by me and hope to see you all in the new year!

#writing summary #2022 writing summary #krys's adventures in fanfiction #year end summary #masterlist #ikemen sengoku #ikemen vampire #ikemen revolution #ikemen prince #samurai love ballad party #obey me #krys's babies #ikesen oc #ikevamp oc #ikepri oc #obey me oc

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batteryrose · 1 year

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WAAAHHH WAHH HHH WAHHHHHH HE'S SO CUTE

oh. They sound like old exes. Do they not sound like exes

This is what I love about being with Nokto btw :') eeeeebvil together

🥲👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍

#Buh bye #Also I reckon noone choose Nokto in this event so I read him first #I've already read Silvio's ending through Mrs Os summary anyway...#ikepri #Ikepri nokto #Ikepri Silvio

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orangejuice707 · 2 years

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Me after I realized that I missed the Clavis TrueLove event story

#I hate fever for hitting me during this event #made me unable to play #smn gimme a summary of what happened if u can pls #ikepri clavis #otome game #ikemen prince #clavis lelouch

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elleplaysotome · 1 year

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Ok just cought up on Ikemen Villain news

It does not appear that Elbert will be a starter route and that makes me. Very sad.

#release date is close tho that is exciting!!#might stress me out a bit to do what I've been doing to read Gilbert's route in Ikepri for 2 games at once but I'll manage #should I post summaries of what I can salvage of the story from the horrid ai translations?#ikemen series #cybird games #ikemen villian

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lorei-writes · 2 months

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Mayday! Heyday OC Gift Exchange is here and ready to bloom! All we need is a bunch of gardeners to join us in our greenhouse for some idea harvest ;)

As the name suggests, Mayday! Heyday! OC Gift Exchange is an event aimed at OC creators. Celebrate the creativity that goes into creating your own characters to insert into canon – with gifts! >:)

Who can join the event?

Fandoms: IkeSen, IkeVamp, IkePri Must have an OC.

Additionally, you must have Tumblr DMs enabled or provide us with alternative means of communication.

What are the submission requirements?

FanFic: 1-1.5k words FanArt: sketch or flat colour; no full rendering SFW only

We are also open to other types of submissions, such as moodboard sets, playlists, doodle sets, shorter drabbles or a mix of those. In case of doubt, please, contact @lorei-writes or @olivermorningstar – we will approach every single case individually.

What about scheduling?

Sign-ups close on March 17th, 11PM CET. Giftees should be assigned between March 21st and March 24th.

You will have at least a month and a half to complete your project. Any further details will be communicated later during check-ins.

Check-ins?

We expect to check-in with you three weeks into the event and then a week before the end of it. The first check-in is to see whether everything is working out, whether you don’t need some extra information if you’ve already started working on your project, etc. We’d like to hear about your progress during the second check-in.

Obviously, you can reach out to us anytime on your own! :) We’d be happy to help with anything.

How do I sign-up?!

Step #1: Prepare your OC(s) form(s)! (Can be compiled in a single google doc) Name: Universe: Pairing / Ship: Personal Details (likes, dislikes, any information you consider necessary, etc.): Appearance (possibly with visual reference): Personality: Backstory (summary): Do’s / Don’ts (crucial details that must not be omitted, anything you'd never want to see your OC doing, etc.): Reference (links to works featuring them, moodboards, etc.):

Step #2: Fill out our Sign-Ups Survey [Link].

We’ll be waiting for you >:) Again, do not hesitate to contact us in case of any doubts.

~ @olivermorningstar & @lorei-writes

Boosting would be appreciated. <;3

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri oc #ikemen prince oc #ikesen #ikemen sengoku #ikesen oc #ikemen sengoku oc #ikevamp #ikevam #ikemen vampire #ikevamp oc #ikevam oc #ikemen vampire oc

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yukina-otome · 7 months

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Chevalier Romantic route rantings

Warning: This post contains spoilers about Chevalier Michel's route. More specifically his Romantic ending.

Sooooo, it is extremly rare for me to criticise Cheva's content. After all, as his absolute stan, i love everything this man does.

BUT i admit that I am not a fan of his romantic ending.

The reason is simple. But first of all a little summary of the events, for does who do not remember or for does who have not played the route but dont mind spoilers.

MC is with everyone at the battlefield. The campement where she is, is attacked and this is when the two ending branches.

In this I will only discuss the romantic one.

So, in the romantic ending, MC gets stabbed by a poisoned knife by the anti war faction and obsidian. They use her as a hostage and says 'if you want the antidote you gotta hand her off'. But Genius Cheva figures out the poison and have the antidote made badabim badaboum.

(Honestly I would have prefered it here if Clavis was the one who found the antidote, and Cheva being impressed by his brother's abilities, after all Clavis was the one who has been studying poisons. But this is not what this post is about so let's no dwell on that)

So MC is cured, Cheva goes to beat the anti war faction with his FIST, because MC says no Stabby stabby. And he somehow makes Obsidian sign a peace treaty and VOILA, war is over.

(Yes, the political plot of this game is extremely stupid, DO NOT start me on that, or this post will never end)

Soooo, MC and Cheva goes back to the castle, where MC is healing. Chevalier stays by her side most of the time as they spend quality time together. And before they know it, there only very few days left before MC has to choose a king, leave the castle and never see cheva again.

So MC asks Chevalier for one last favor, she wants him to dance with her. He accepts and they head to the ballroom where they have a very impactfull moment where MC tells him she is gonna choose HIM as a king and she tells him her reasons which leaves him speechless and i would say touched.

After that there dance ends, and MC start acting like Booboo the clown as she starts rambling, she tells cheva they should have a meal together sometimes before she leaves and turn away from him to hide her tears.

As of now, everything is fine. I have no objections to this developpement. But this is where it ticks me off.

Cheva hug MC from behind and literally ask her TO SLEEP WITH HIM!

Yes yes, he says dinner but he says he is famished and his hand touch mc's body subjectivly.

MC might be as dense as the mariana trench but she's not stupid and she agrees to the hanky panky.

And BIM BADABOUM they smash, in the trill of the action, mc asks him if he will remember her and he says NO which is obviously a lie. And that's literally it. They separate for a year and you guys know the rest.

Now you might ask, what do you not like about this, Yuki?

And i would say many things:

First, HOW DARE HE ASKS HER FOR HER FIRST TIME JUST LIKE THAT, MY CHEVA WOULD NEVER WTF. Remember everyone, this is not 21st century, it's literally around 1500 and around then a woman virginity was EVERYTHING to her. I was like well maybe the ikepri author created the ikepri universe differently and its not a big deal but silvio's romantic ending proved otherwise. I'm not gonna go into the details, i'll just say a woman first time is IMPORTANT. And Cheva most likely knew that. He would never ask her for it in such a way. Specially knowing he could not be her lover. It was one night only between them.

Also it is very irrational and the way cheva asked for it seemed calculated which i hate. I mean, there are no contraception during that era. Surely both knew what could happen after that night.

Then there is how that first time was written. It was only a few sentences and during the whole act MC was crying and all while Cheva was all smug saying 'You like that, don't you?'. I would have liked it if he showed some vulnerability in that moment. And don't tell me 'This is cheva we are talking about, he is not capable of doing that', he actually did in the dramatic ending.

This was supposed to be such an angsty dramatic scene, if only they gave it more attention it would have gave his route more dept and made the ending all the more satisfying.

THIS is how I think things should have happened:

-After the dance, MC still acts the same and says they should have a meal together.

-Chevalier agrees and says then let's have dinner together.

-MC accepts and they have dinner in his room. MC is nervous since this is her first time alone with him in her room since he knows of her feelings and it makes her hyperaware of him. Specially that whenever she look up at him she sees he is already staring at her. Like he wants to commit her to his memory.

-Cheva sees that and starts talking about a new book to calm her down.It works and soon enough they are sitting together on his bed and reading the book together in silence.

-Chevalier's reading speed is higher than hers and whenever he is done he just stares at her as he waits for her to finish the page.

-MC finish a page and look up toward Chevalier to see if he's done with it, but when she does he is already looking at her and there eyes meet.

-They stare at each others soul for a very long time in silence before they kiss, none of them knowing who made the first move.

-The kiss soon turn into a full makeout session on Chevalier's bed and the book fall to the floor in a tud.

-This bring Chevalier to his senses, it is not like him to act so irrationnaly.

-He pulls away from MC, but she pulls him back and that was all he needed for his logical facade to snap.

-They make love and as MC cry her heart out she sees that Cheva's usual ice cold expression is nowhere to be seen.

-His walls are completely gone and at that moment she has the REAL Chevalier in front of her.

She says she loves him but he does not answer her back. He knows that if he says it, it's gonna make even more difficult for her, so he just hugs her to him instead.

And that's how it ends.

What do you guys think? I'm really interested in you guys's opinion on this topic.

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bluejay-writes · 6 months

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This is fine. (Chevalier / MC)

You can read/collect this fic on Ao3 if that’s more your speed!

Rating: T Pairing: Chevalier/MC Wordcount: 2646 Summary: Some hurt/comfort with Chevalier. MC is kidnapped and left in a cellar to rot. Chevalier, Nokto, and Clavis make an attempt to save her. Injuries occur. Hearts are bared. Pillows are thrown.

Author's Notes: This fic is a gift for @randonauticrap, Madame L, and was written for the Ikepri gift exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen.

I won’t let it end like this.

MC worked to free her hands, which were bound behind her back with rope. To her kidnappers’ credit, the knots seemed to be well done, and the rope was secure but not so tight as to cut off circulation to her hands. She had, of course, still fought against her attackers enough to rub her wrists raw against the coarse fibers.

Her best, strongest, hope was that one of the princes would get word of her abduction and come rescue her before this situation got out of hand. Of course, they couldn’t afford to acknowledge that she was Belle, and so it was entirely possible that she would have to get out of this situation on her own. That thought made her suddenly wish she’d taken Nokto’s suggestion of pretending that she was in a relationship with one of them as a cover for her presence in the palace.

Being Belle had given her all kinds of experience in situations she never thought she’d be in. Spending her time trying to understand Chevalier had left her at the whim of Clavis’ traps enough times that she knew her way around most knots and binding techniques. She’d endured enough of Nokto’s endless flirting that she knew she wasn’t cut out to be a disposable consort. Even still, a lover could be rescued by her prince, of course. Not so a noblewoman who simply had permission to study in the palace.

As she let her mind wander over her time as Belle, her fingers worked nimbly at the rope behind her back. The odd sound she was hearing was getting louder, and she realized that something was happening to the house whose cellar she was trapped in. Were those footsteps? It sounded almost like the patter of heavy rain, with the occasional peal of thunder. But it wasn’t raining today, and the sound was louder near the interior stairs rather than the cellar doors.

Just like that.

MC grinned in triumph as the rope came undone, and she rolled her shoulders to ease some of the stiffness. The offending length of rope went in one of her skirt pockets. Not the sort of thing a normal noble lady would have in her skirts, but MC was far too used to her life as a commoner to be without copious pockets.

Next stop, escape. MC made her way over to the cellar doors, hoping to avoid going through the house to get away from her captors. Of course, the cellar doors appeared thoroughly secured with chain and a padlock on the inside, let alone whatever might await her on the other side of those doors. Nearing them, however, she heard a voice she wasn’t expecting.

“She’s here.” It was Chevalier’s voice. Quiet through the heavy cellar doors, but the ice in his tone was unmistakable.

“Are you sure, King Highness?” That was Nokto.

“Chev wouldn’t say it if he wasn’t certain.” …and Clavis.

“I’m in here!” MC tried to call, but her voice came out hoarse from disuse. She cleared her throat and tried again, banging against the door. “Chevalier! I’m in here!”

“Well, well.” Nokto’s voice carried through the door. “Padlocked and reinforced.”

“Your fancy swordwork can’t fix this, but I should be able to get the lock open in a minute.”

“It’s chained and locked on this side too.” MC yelled, her voice cracking.

A moment of dead silence followed her revelation, and then she heard Chevalier’s no-nonsense tone.

“I’m going through to the interior stairs. Get this unlocked, just in case.”

“King Highness, the manor is collapsing, you can’t mean to— Ugh, he’s gone.” Nokto’s bitter words pushed MC into gear, as she turned and rushed towards the other side of the cellar.

The heat from the stairs was immense, and in that moment MC realized she hadn’t been hearing rain, but fire. Someone had set the manor ablaze and left her locked in the cellar to die. They’d locked her in here so thoroughly that they were probably counting on the princes failing to save her, regardless of how hard they tried. The fallout from that happening would be bad enough, but now, against all odds, Chevalier was working his way through a burning manor to reach her. He was smart enough not to try something that he wasn’t entirely confident would succeed, but even what little she knew about fires told her that the situation could change in an instant. Sure, she was Belle, but she was a replaceable commoner. There was no way her life even came close to balancing the risk to Chevalier’s own.

She climbed the stairs carefully, realizing just how hot the air had gotten. She reached for the handle, but was greeted with three unpleasant truths. First, that the fire on the other side of the door had heated the handle to an unpleasant degree. Second, that her abductors had, in fact, locked said door. Finally, Third, that she was as much a simpleton as Chevalier always insisted she was, having to learn those first two truths the hard way. There was no doubt in her mind that terror waited on the other side of that door. Even so, she absolutely had to get through it. The hinges were on her side of the door, which meant it opened into the fire, so Chevalier wouldn’t be able to break it down from his side. Her only way out, unless he miraculously found a key somewhere, was to break this door.

Gritting her teeth, MC slammed her shoulder into the door. Nothing. It was hot, but not as hot as the metal door handle. She couldn’t tell if it gave a little bit, or if that was just wishful thinking. She tried again, and this time something snapped. The heat was overwhelming, and she wasn’t even in the worst of it yet. She knew to be worried about breathing in the smoke, but it was the kind of knowledge that came from reading, not from experience. So, when the door gave on her third attempt, the first thing she did was take a deep breath… of the acrid smoke that started pouring down the stairs.

Wracked with coughs it was all MC could do to look around for Chevalier as she watched the fire lick up the walls. It was simultaneously dark and bright with the red and yellow of flames flickering over the burned husks of furniture. Ah. The butler’s pantry. Of course. What else would connect to the cellar?

MC hunkered down, trying to keep her head out of the smoke as her eyes burned and tears rolled down her face.

“Chev—” she coughed, and tried to get a breath that wasn’t smoke as a figure stepped through the doorway across the room.

The second prince looked like a bandit, with a cloth over the lower half of his face, tear tracks running into it through the soot that had collected over his fair skin and in his hair. Before she could say another word, a loud crack rang through the room, and something above Chevalier gave way to the all-consuming fire.

“Chevalier!” MC called, her hands reaching out uselessly toward the prince, who lifted his arm to ward off the falling beam, even while sending a concerned glance in her direction. A sickening crack and the momentary flash of pain across Chevalier’s face was all she saw before the beam hit the ground in a flash of sparks and fire.

Heedless of the fire, or as heedless as one really can be while everything is burning down around them, MC scrambled across the room to where Chevalier was crouched on the ground, his arm clutched to his chest.

“Chev.” she whispered, concerned as he stood again.

“Simpleton.” His voice was low and rough. “Get downstairs. Now.”

MC knew better than to argue with Chevalier on a good day, and by the tone of his voice, going against his command here was a death wish. Still…

“Not without you.”

Chevalier growled, and MC was reminded that once again she was dealing with the Brutal Beast. He reached out with his good arm and grabbed her wrist, his calloused hand against the raw skin making her hiss, but she didn’t dare pull out of his grasp. He seemed to realize there was a problem, loosening his hold and taking her hand instead. Her heart fluttered.

Now is not the time for this, MC. she admonished herself, before Chevalier admonished her aloud.

”Get out of this alive, then swoon.”

They made for the stairs, but Chevalier stopped short.

The stairs… were on fire.

MC looked at the stairway, and then at Chevalier’s face, which had of course not changed from his usual stoic mask, excepting a small crease between his brows.

“These stairs won’t hold.” He said, and then pulled her to him. “Hold on tight.”

To what?!

Sparing not even a moment for a second thought, Chevalier picked her up by the hips and tossed her over his shoulder before descending the stairs in a rush. True to his appraisal, the staircase collapsed behind them. Now the only way out truly was the padlocked cellar doors.

MC looked at his face as he set her down once they were clear of the collapsing staircase, and caught the tail end of a wince and a clenched jaw before he smoothed his expression once more.

“Show me the cellar doors.” He said, with no preamble.

MC nodded, and led him to the chained-and-padlocked door she’d just been at. She didn’t know how they were going to get that lock unlocked. Chev had blocked that beam with his dominant arm and she wasn’t as good at locks as she was at knots. Maybe something to ask Clavis about after this, assuming they made it out. For now, getting out was the priority. And they needed to do it soon. MC felt like her lungs were on fire like the rest of the manor.

Of course, she needn’t have worried. Chevalier unsheathed his sword and made quick work of the lock, ripping it off of the chains and pulling the chains free from the door, before once again claiming her hand with his good hand. Well then. His arm must not actually be as hurt as she thought it was. He had used both arms to lift her over his shoulder, after all. The beam was probably just hot.

“Let’s go, Simpleton.”

MC rolled her eyes at his use of that favored nickname, and allowed him to haul her along with him as the cellar doors opened, showing the concerned faces of none other than Nokto and Clavis.

Having reached the relatively cool outdoor air, MC felt like she was gulping down breaths rather than simply breathing them.

“Let’s get clear of this.” Nokto said, as behind them another room of the house collapsed inwards.

“MC. Deep breaths.” Clavis’ voice rang in her ears, and she turned to look at him, but the world kept spinning even though she’d stopped moving, and she felt herself falling.

“MC.” Chevalier’s arms held her, and distantly she worried about him holding her with that injured arm. As everything went dark, she would have sworn she saw him roll his eyes as she heard him mutter. “You weren’t supposed to take me seriously about swooning. Idiot.”

Oddly, scent was the first thing to come back to her. Clean cotton, medicine, and paper.

Then, sound. A quiet conversation, the shuffle of feet across a rug, and the sound of a door closing.

MC blinked, opening her eyes. She was laying on a familiar bed, though it wasn’t her own. A quick glance about told her everything she needed to know. She was in Chevalier’s room, and the prince himself was laying next to her on the bed. Otherwise, the room was entirely vacant. Whoever had been having that conversation must have left. MC took a moment to check on Chevalier, and what she saw made her stifle a gasp. First, he was shirtless, but that was secondary to the fact that his right side was covered in bandages from shoulder to hip, with the arm itself in a splint. So he had broken the arm.

For her part, she’d been changed out of the ruined dress she’d been wearing, into a clean nightgown, her wrists carefully bandaged, as well as a number of other small wounds she hadn’t even noticed in their escape from the burning manor house. Someone had even washed her hair. How long had she been out? Certainly it couldn’t have been that long…

MC turned to slip out of the bed and find a robe so that she could go report in to Sariel and find out what he knew about what had happened, and see if there was someone who would tell her how hurt Chevalier actually was, since he certainly would never give her a straight answer about it. She didn’t get very far, as Chevalier grasped her hips and tugged her over into his arms.

“Where are you going?” He muttered sleepily. “Stay with me.”

MC’s heart thundered in her chest. Of course he just wanted to sleep more. He’d done this to her before when she was sent to wake him, and she knew better than to read into his desire for touch when sleepy.

“I need to go report what happened to Sariel.” She said. Honesty was always the best policy with Chevalier, he could taste a lie before you even uttered it. And if she didn’t get out from his hold, he was going to feel her heart racing, and then he’d be asking her to explain that, and… she knew how useless he found the concept of Love. They’d discussed it. At length.

“The Devil can wait.” He muttered, his breath ruffling her hair. “I, on the other hand, cannot.”

“Chevalier.” MC huffed. “You’re literally the epitome of waiting right now, you’re trying to sleep.”

“No. I am trying to keep you from leaving. Sleep is a convenient side effect.”

“You’ll give me ideas if you keep this up, you know.”

“You already have plenty of them, if your heartbeat is to be considered.”

I knew it! MC sighed. He’s too perceptive.

“Well, the man I love his holding me captive in his bed, what am I supposed to think?”

“Perhaps you might think that you’ve won our little bet.”

She froze. He couldn’t mean it, could he? In the back of her mind, MC could hear Sariel reminding her about Clause 99, but right now she did not care, not even a little bit.

“You mean, you…”

“I love you.” He said it plainly, but the words settled in her chest like a warm sweater on a cold day. “The thought that I could have lost you in that fire nearly broke me. And there you were braving the worst of it to aid me rather than saving yourself.” He tapped on her shoulder, and she turned to face him. There were tears in his eyes as he looked her in the eye.

“I love you, MC. You win.”

“I love you, Chevalier.” she said, her eyes misty.

Everything was different now. New, and shining.

She blinked to clear the tears that were threatening to fall, and thus was surprised when Chevalier’s lips met hers, but it didn’t stop her from kissing him back.

Their moment, of course, was broken by vibrant applause.

“Oh, well played, Chev.” Clavis’ voice was full of mirth and mocking. “Save the damsel in distress and then profess your undying love. How many times does that happen in those books in your little library? Was that all research, then?”

Chevalier grumbled and threw a pillow at Clavis.

Well. Not everything had changed, after all.

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scummy-writes · 6 months

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Autumn Daze

Pairing: Gilbert/Mc (Pre-relationship)

Word Count: 1890

Tags: Fluff, Pure straight fluff, Gilberts kinda a weirdo, desecration of Chev's poor book

Summary: It's finally time for you to have a full day to yourself- and Gilbert decides to join in. Written for the Ikepri Gift Exchange, hosted by @ikemenlibrary and @sunnyikemen ! I received @daegupaksu as my giftee- I hope you enjoy it!

Out of all the rooms in the palace, the space that you deemed your own was not just the guest bedroom they had provided you with, but a lovely secluded seating area. Despite the fact that it was a bit out of the way and clearly unused unlike the others, the fireplace was still maintained well enough to light, much to your delight.

It was there that you snuggled in on an early autumn afternoon. The temperature was low enough to justify all of your favorites: the lit fireplace, comfortable blankets, and a warm drink to sip at while watching the colorful leaves blow past the window. Warmth cascaded down your throat, and you smiled, forever grateful Yves begrudgingly taught you his hot chocolate recipe.

The star of the show that tipped your mood into excitement sat beside you, cover glinting in the autumn rays, was the coveted book you had been seeking for months now. Found in Chevalier's library, all you had to do was promise a new book in return for him to let you borrow it. Your luck had been running high lately, and you counted your blessings for it as you cracked open the book.

Of course, perhaps planning such a day proved your hubris. Deep in the pages of a torrid romance, you missed the gentle tapping of a cane coming closer to the couch you sat at. No- you didn't notice the outside world at all until a puff of air hit your ear, Gilbert's voice tickling.

"I found you, little rabbit."

As much as you wished you could say you calmly faced the visiting beast, that would be a bold lie. Because when Gilbert spoke in such a low, teasing voice, your body's first reaction was to yelp and clap your book shut- effectively losing your place.

And control over the now rapid beat of your heart.

"Prince Gilbert!"

Hand over your chest, you wearily looked at him, frowning as he laughed.

"Ahaha, you're so easy to scare. What are you doing in such a secluded room?" His eye scanned the area, landing on your plate of snacks.

"Enjoying my free day… alone."

"I'd like to join you."

"...."

With the games that Gilbert played, you knew the only options for this were to accept letting him linger, or deal with the consequences of being 'forced' to let him cozy up with you. And out of those options, you quickly relented, wanting no arguments.

It wasn't as if spending time with him was awful. Past his 'threats' when you ignored him, he seemed oddly interested in you, so there wasn't too much bickering between the two of you. The more you thought about it, the less you could recall having a genuine bad time with him. There were too many moments between the two of you where he patiently listened as you talked about the latest book you read that clouded your memories. When the two of you were alone, he seemed different than described.

Plus… if he was here with you, others were far less likely to interfere with your day off. You'd gladly sacrifice a book and some of your snacks to ensure more peace today

So you relented, scooting to make more room on the couch, moving the pile of blankets you had gathered.

“I was expecting a little more bite from you.”

Even with admitting that, he shamelessly sat beside you- close enough to where the only space in between was excess from the blanket you had draped across your lap.

Resisting rolling your eyes, you settled in a bit further against the arm of the couch, trying to ignore how Gilbert toyed with the blanket.

“Sometimes, I don’t see the point in getting into an argument when the peaceful option would benefit me more.”

“Hehe, what an odd way to say you’re enjoying our time togeth-”

“There’s some snacks on the table, though I didn’t account for more than me, so there isn’t a wide selection.” You cleared your throat, searching through the pages of your book to locate where you had been interrupted.

“What’s this?” Gilbert lifted the kettle left on the table, inspecting.

“Yve’s hot chocolate-” The excitement in your voice dwindled as he wrinkled his nose, setting it back down immediately. He downed sweets at an alarming pace, a feat that made those witnessing it stop and stare, but he didn’t like hot chocolate? “...and also water, in the jug beside it.”

Without further prompting, he took the glass you had set aside for yourself and sipped at it. You tried to ignore how he deliberately drank from the spot your lips had touched, the faint coloring of your balm leftover on the surface gently coating his lips.

"And are these books from Chevalier's library?" He asked, reaching to pluck one from the stack resting on the table.

"Yes, he usually lets me borrow the ones he's already read."

A hum was your only reply. Gilbert promptly accrued a pile of snacks from your supplies, resting the stack on his thigh as he cracked open the book. Seeing how he finally occupied himself, you went back to your novel, seeing where you had left off.

Steady munching brought you out of your mesmerized state, echos of the fantasy you had been reading fading away as you focused on something much more important: being able to borrow books from Chevalier again.

You looked in horror as Gilbert ate while reading, uncaring that small bits were settling into the crevice of the book he read.

"Prince Gilbert… If you get crumbs in that…"

"What do you mean?" Another page flipped, crumbs surely caught between.

… Well, at least Chevalier never reread books. Maybe you could find a replacement if cleaning up was a disaster.

Gilbert cocked his head as you continued to frown, an innocent smile playing on his lips. For a moment, you wondered why you fathomed he would care about Chevalier's books.

Giving up with a sigh, you set to find where you left off, trying your best to remember what was going on in the story before the conquering beast attempted to stop your heart.

But… curiosity always got the best of you. Rereading the same passage for the fifth time, thoughts preoccupied, you realized with both of you 'distracted', you could potentially see a rare sight: Gilbert with his guard down.

Or, as close as you could get, anyway.

Pretending to be entranced by the text in front of you, you tucked your hair behind your ear, using the motion to peek at the man beside you.

And…surprisingly, he did seem relaxed. His one eye scanned the pages in front of him smoothly, a cookie poised at his lips as he contemplated the words he read. It was a bit difficult to discern if he was enjoying the novel, but with how he was reclined into a comfortable position, you were hoping that was the case. Suddenly, it felt important that he respected your reading tastes. A feeling you tried to muffle quietly.

And with that same 'glance' that had turned into a soft stare, you began to understand that the tight feeling in your chest wasn't one due to the conquering beast sitting beside you.

It was due to Gilbert, idly thumbing the corner the page, his focus making your heart flutter.

Had…he always been so attractive?

"You've been on the same page for a while now, little rabbit."

That red eye of his flicked towards you suddenly, making your heart thump painfully. You tried to ignore his grin as you hurriedly focused on your book again, ears burning.

“What did you do that for?” The woman exclaimed, looking disdainfully at the man before her. His brows furrowed as she set her hands on her hips, frown set firmly as he sheathed his sword once more. “Figured you might be more grateful. The man was bothering you, was he not?” “Well…”

Ah, nothing ever seemed to go right between the two in this story. But you could feel the main character’s defenses slowly lowering, as the gruff man forced to accompany her on the daily showed his respect in newfound ways. Yet, just as they got closer, one of their emotions would get in the way, halting all romantic progress.

You were sure there was more explanation to be had, however you couldn’t help the fantasies of being in her position instead- working to understand such a man.

Breath held, you read onward, devouring how the male lead seemed to stumble over an apology for his assumptions, having to accept his brash actions were not always the answer. Each new tidbit of information regarding him made your heart beat sound louder in your ears, and just as you reached the telltale dramatic sigh before the true apology was spoken…

Gilbert’s hand came into your view, brisky stealing the book out of your hands.

“I-what? Huh?” You had to blink for a moment to register the absence of pages within your grasp, turning to him in confusion.

“I’ve been talking to you, little rabbit. After you never responded to my declaration of war, I thought I would give another chance-”

“But it was getting good…”

In response to your pout, you thought you saw a flash of a strange emotion in Gilbert’s eye, one that wouldn’t make much sense given how the two of you weren’t close enough for it.

“I’m bored, little rabbit. How do you intend to make up for ignoring me?”

This position was…

Settled between his legs was one thing, but Gilbert had gone so far as to set a new book in your lap, resting his chin on your shoulder. It felt like you were just a stuffed toy of his, being held close to his chest as he read.

Your initial offer of letting him have the rest of your snacks didn’t go over well. Instead, he just smiled until you looked over at the table, seeing how every last crumb had been devoured. Of course…

And in your annoyance, you muttered he could choose what he’d like for atonement. An idea you assumed you’d regret the moment it slipped past your lips, but now here you sat. Shared blankets over your laps, Gilbert’s steady breathing against your back, his soft sigh of contentment tickling the shell of your ear.

It was surprising, how your muscles eased so instinctively in such a position.

"Have you finished the page?"

"We're reading together? But my other book-"

"You're done with that one, aren't you?"

… For today, it seemed. Overlooking the text, a memory slowly reformed as you picked up bits of the story. Combined with the striking black cover of the book peeking from behind the pages, you were sure of the answer before you spoke.

“Is this that book you recommended a while ago?”

You could feel the way his lips curled into a smile, his hold on you tighter for just a moment before he hummed an affirmation.

Well… It did seem interesting. Perhaps reading it like this wouldn’t be too awful?

Accepting ‘defeat’, you let yourself sink into his embrace, considering that while maybe that flash of jealousy in his eyes felt misplaced, what spawned from it was a rather comfortable end to your day off.

I hope you enjoyed this, Daegupaksu!! If there are any details or mannerisms you'd like me to change, please let me know 🙇‍♀️ For clarification sake, the little '.' randomly between paragraphs are supposed to be scene breaks - tumblr always gives me trouble and doesn't space them out for me properly if I don't put Something down.

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annaliessse · 9 months

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I was watching Silvio story events for the series I'm writing and his Episode 0 really changed the way I look at him.

Will put a line break since what comes below is basically a summary of Ep. 0.

Obviously, it doesn't change the fact that he treated Emma horribly but it actually made me understand why he went to such lengths to make her stay away. I haven't finished his route yet so I don't know if this gets explained later on but in Episode 0, you can truly see how much he cares for Rio. Probably one of the best, if not the best older brother in the IkePri universe.

He buried any information about Rio to protect him. He spent three years looking for him and even when people around him told him that Rio was dead, he never believed it and kept holding onto the hope that he was just missing. And when he saw Rio again, he didn't mind how much money he spent or how much time he wasted. He was just happy Rio is alive.

Of course, he was expecting Rio to come back to him but Rio doesn't want to and has no interest in learning who he is. This devastates him since Benitoite is already on the verge of being under Gilbert's control because of the King who'll only listen to Rio. Silvio then vows to do anything to return Rio back to Benitoite and that included pushing Emma away from him.

I am glad to have read Episode 0. It really changed the way I looked at Silvio during his route. Oh, and that moment he almost cried when Rio left him and he felt so alone... *chef's kiss.*

#ikemen prince #ikepri #silvio ricci #rio ortiz #ikemen prince silvio #ikemen prince rio

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dark-frosted-heart · 5 months

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Can't Leave the Room Because I Want to XXX With You - Keith Howell (Both POVs)

This is Keith's story from Yves' Proposition of Love route release event

Keith's POV in green

Nsfw. Alter!Keith's his own warning.

As usual, can't guarantee 100% accuracy on this

Lately, Prince Keith had been pretty busy with his official duties. Both nice Prince Keith and mean Prince Keith weathered the storm before finally welcoming a day off.

When was the last time I spent a day off with Emma? It's been so long that I have to think about it.

Emma: Prince Keith, I've prepared some delicious tea and galettes for you today. If you'd like, we can have a tea party in the conservatory. Ah, you're probably tired though. It won't take too long!

(Hey, Emma)

(I doubt it)

(I enthusiastically held a tea party to help ease his fatigue, but...)

The door of the conservatory rattled as I tried to open it, but it didn't budge.

Emma: We...we can't be locked in, can we?

Alter!Keith: We're locked in.

Emma: Now way...what do we do.

Alter!Keith: What're you panicking for? It's fine, we can just wait for it to open.

Emma: But it's been a while since you had a day off. I thought it would be better to go back to your room and rest after this.

(That's why I ended the tea party early...)

Alter!Keith: We shouldn't waste time, right? It's been a while since either of use got to spend a day off with you. So let's make this worth your while.

Emma: W-what do you mean...?

Alter!Keith: Don't you know?

When I let go of the door and turned around, Prince Keith's handsome face drew closer. I realized what he meant when he pressed me against the wall of the conservatory and sealed my lips with his.

After the tea party - while Emma was confused about why the door wouldn't open, I captured her lips. Emma seemed to understand what I "wanted" as I pressed her against the glass while I continued my assault on her lips.

Emma: Th-this...is the conservatory.

Alter!Keith: You never know who'll come.

(That's a lie)

I already kicked everyone out. No one's coming to the conservatory.

(I was planning on locking you up and messing with you from the very beginning)

(Didn't look like you wanted to spend time with me)

Prince Keith unapologetically unbuttoned my blouse. Her eyes widen as if asking if I was crazy.

Alter!Keith: Not to mention it's all glass, so they can see everything from the outside.

Emma: Don't!

Alter!Keith: Nope.

Emma: Ah...

I turned around to resist, but Prince Keith didn't care and started to grope my breasts through my underwear.

The view from the other side of the glass must've been pretty lewd.

(If anyone but me sees you like this, I'll erase them.)

(Even though someone outside might see...!)

Fortunately there was no sign of anyone, but the thought of being seen sent chills down my spine. Meanwhile, my body responded to being played with by familiar hands even when I said that I didn't want to... I felt an ache in the pit of my belly as he pinched the tips of my breasts.

When I pinched the tips, whose outlines were clearly showing through her underwear, Emma let out an erotic sigh.

Keith: Looks like you're expecting something even though you say you don't like it.

Emma: You're wrong...

Keith: And what am I wrong about?

Emma: Eep...

His tongue surprised me by lapping at my ear. If I lick her ear and play with her breasts, her moans become more intense. As he continued to massage my breasts and assault my ear, I found myself filled with an overwhelming sense of pleasure that pushed away any sense of shame. When I purposely made a slurping sound, Emma turned around and clung to me. When I finally gave in and turned to Prince Keith, a wicked laugh vibrated my eardrums.

(Your face's red)

Alter!Keith: Cu~te.

Emma: Prince Keith!

Alter!Keith: Want more?

Emma: The opposite...yeah

Alter!Keith: You sure?

When he nudges his knee between my legs, a lewd, wet sound is heard. I'm almost brought to tears.

(I'm so embarrassed. My body's not listening to me at all)

(I considered holding back, but "it feels good" is written all over her face)

(You're in trouble)

Alter!Keith: If it were him, he'd stop by now. Too bad it's me here. I'll fulfill up to your expectations.

Emma: Wait-

I strip everything off of Emma and press her against the glass again. When I slid my fingers in, there was no resistance.

Alter!Keith: Look, your body's begging for more.

Emma shakes her head as if unable to say anything.

(Don't lie. You want me badly)

I thrusted my fingers and with a shudder, something thick and wet trickled down her legs and to the ground.

Emma: Prince Keith...

Alter!Keith: More?

When I asked the same question again, Emma hesitated before giving a small nod.

(Good. Want more of me)

(Don't distance yourself with something weird like "don't you want to rest?")

I have Emma place her hands against the glass as I take her from behind.

I grabbed her waist and thrusted hard, drawing out more moans and wet noises.

Emma: Nghaa...Aaah...

(For me, nothing's beats spending time with you)

(You should know that, Emma)

~~ some time passes ~~

Emma: Prince Keith, you...I can't...

Alter!Keith: What, I made you feel good didn't I?

As the ache in my belly finally subsides while I grumble in shame, Prince Keith smiles and lets me put the clothes he stripped off back on. Emma's face is still red and angry.

(You're so cute when you're mad too)

(I'm still wet between my legs...He's put me through so many embarrassing things that the sky's already changed colors...)

Alter!Keith: And no one showed up.

Emma: That's just hindsight. I was on edge.

Alter!Keith: Oh, even after being ravaged.

Emma: Please don't say that again...

Alter!Keith: Sure. Well, let's go back.

Emma: Huh? We can't go back because the door's locked...

Prince Keith inserted the key he took out from his pocket into the lock and the conservatory's door opened immediately.

Emma, not expecting me to be behind this, looked stunned.

Emma: ...

Alter!Keith: It was all planned, you know? I ordered everyone to stay out so there was no way anyone would've seen you. I couldn't have asked for a better way to spend my day off.

(That means this was Prince Keith's evil plan from the start?!)

Emma: Why...

Alter!Keith: I wanted to spend as much time with you on my day off as possible

Emma: !

Alter!Keith: You don't need to worry too much about me getting some early rest.

When I understood the reason behind his meanness, I forgot about my anger and ended up smiling.

(You're so sweet. If you understand my intentions, then you'll give me the day off I want next time, right?)

(I want to be with you for as long as I can - You'll need to learn that there's nothing more that I want, Emma.)

(If spending time with me is what makes your day off valuable, then-)

Emma: Then don't hold back anymore.

Alter!Keith: Don't forget what you just said, alright?

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Silvio Ricci - Maid Event - Another Terrible Summary

(Silvio: “It’s not so bad having you around...”)

Here is my absolutely irreverent and chock full of hyperbole, only nominally-guaranteed-accurate rendition of Silvio’s event story + premium ending. There will be mistakes. I hope you still enjoy it regardless. Do note there is some continuity with prior stories, where Emma references the pretend lover events of the past!

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“Prince Silvio…what is this?” Emma asks.

“Huh? It’s should be obvious just from looking at it. Unless your eyes are blind?” he replies, his words setting her hands shaking.

This morning, Silvio had appeared at her room kicking her door in as he usually does, shoving something at her without comment. It was a navy blue dress, sewn from fine silk, with a lacy apron and the Benitoite crest embroidered on one sleeve. Garter belt, stockings, even shoes - the whole shebang.

“It looks like a maid outfit to me,” she finally replies, and he scoffs at her obvious answer.

She wonders what exactly he wants her to do with this, and he tells her she’s got five seconds to get dressed, much to her utter horror.

When she finally recovers from her shock, she manages a protest. “Why do I have to be your maid?!” Not just that, but why out of the blue like this?

He explains that all of the Benitoite servants are busy on errands today, leaving him without any. She still protests that this is ridiculous, but he only frowns and tells her to be quiet - and hurry up and change or else he’ll strip her himself.

“Do that and I will bite you,” she warns. “Literally!”

He grins for her to go ahead and try, he’ll make sure it’s a diplomatic offense…and she realizes his gaze is completely serious here. There’s no way the tyrant is taking no for an answer on this.

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“Happy?!” she asks him when she walks into the drawing room where he’s gone, after changing into the outfit.

He glances up from the chair he’d been lounging in, looking over documents, and frowns. Criticizing the way she’s got the uniform on, leaving her to grouse to herself over the first thing he says being nitpicky, when he tosses aside the paper and reaches up to retie the slightly crooked ribbon at her neck.

“Thank you,” she concedes. “You have a very deft touch.”

“Idiot. You’ve just zero refinement.”

She’d never though the day would come when she’d hear Silvio describe her as coarse and unpolished, and she can’t help feeling a little embarrassed. Only made worse when he wonders aloud if this is gonna work out - if she’s going to be his maid, she can’t half-ass things, whether that be her work or her appearance.

Aaaand he’s ridiculously strict, she thinks.

She fires back that it’ll be fine, but she’s not about to work for free either. If she does this, she’s expecting some compensation.

“Ha, who do you think I am?” he smirks. “You’ll be well rewarded. Now let’s go.”

His sudden command takes her by surprise, as he gets up and makes immediately for the exit, leaving her to hurry after him. “Prince Silvio -”

“That’s ‘Master’,” he corrects her.

“....Master, can I ask what your schedule is today?” she grudgingly complies.

He rattles it off for her - eight client meetings, one luncheon, one dinner party, and five inspections. Leaving her overwhelmed at the sheer number of things. “Your job today is to work hard for me, alright?”

“....That’s not alright,” she sulks.

He reminds her that a maid always has a smile for her master, not a sour face, as he stops to look back and pinch her cheek with his fingers.

Why is it always HER he chooses for this kind of stuff? she wonders….but resigns herself to making the most of this ridiculous fiasco by using it as an opportunity to observe.

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“This particular piece of jewelry is a sample, but we are thinking of mass-producing it for the common folk.” The mansion of a wealthy jewelry merchant is their first stop of the day. She stands behind Silvio where he’s leaning back on the couch, looking over the samples laid out for him - waiting patiently with a smile to be called upon, like a good maid.

Not that she really knows the first thing about how to be a maid, but she’s hoping this is passable.

Silvio seems unimpressed by the drop in quality accompanying the effort at producing the pieces in large quantity, at least for the price they’re suggesting, and he counters that if they can produce something a grade higher than this he’ll consider investing in a factory.

“At the same price?!” the merchant sputters. “That’s…”

“You’re spending too much on raw materials,” Silvio tells him, before calling out to Emma. “...Maid.”

“Y-y-yes?!” Flustered by being called on suddenly, she lets out a loud strangled yelp of a reply, and Silvio turns his gaze down for some reason.

She’s panicking, thinking she’s totally screwed up, as he keeps his head down, hiding his face. “Give me the documents.”

No, that’s not it…she realizes, when he holds his hand out towards her expectantly and she can see it’s trembling, as if he’s suppressing something.

Unbelievable…is he laughing?? She’s fuming, indignant, because even she can get nervous sometimes! And when she hands the papers to him with a little more force than necessary, he takes it and clears his throat. His expression all stiff.

He tells the merchant how they have similar setups in Benitoite, and offers the info on them as a frame of reference, which the merchant thanks him for. Commenting on how he’s never seen such meticulous documents before.

Silvio points out that messy ones are pointless for a businessman, and Emma realizes that it was Silvio himself who created them. She’d noted how neat and meticulous they were, and is surprised to find it was his own work…and vaguely impressed.

He stands then, and she realizes the meeting is over. Hastily making her way to the door to open it for him.

“I’ll be back in a week. I want results by then,” Silvio tells the merchant, before taking his leave.

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The moment they make it into the waiting carriage, Silvio bursts out laughing. “Don’t be intimidated in business meetings, woman. It’s distracting.”

Hells, he totally did notice, she thinks with chagrin. “I’m sorry. I was just trying to figure out the correct way to act.” She’s never worked as a maid before, obviously, and when she’d tried to move she’d tensed all up.

“You don’t have to be nervous. Just stand there with your head held high, that’s all you need to do. Don’t stress over every single little manner - as long as you do what your master asks, I won’t complain. We’re dealing mostly with merchants today, not nobles. Nobody cares all that much about proper manners,” he tells her. “I’m all about results. Remember that.”

“...Alright,” she agrees. Admitting to herself that might have made her feel a little better, when he puts it that way. Maybe that’s why he said as much…?

But she dismisses that idea immediately as unbelievable.

He asks if she knows what her master wants now, and wracking her brains she asks if it’s a drink. But her answer only earns her a scowl. “Idiot, I’m asking you to hand me the documents for the next meeting.”

Hurriedly she digs them out of the bag they’d brought along in the carriage, and he grins and asks if he should make her turn about three times and bark if she messes up again - doggo obedience style.

“Absolutely not!” she retorts, even more determined now to do her best and not let him make a fool of her.

She makes it through the next meeting with that determination, and the dizzying pace continues after that. Through demands for her to retrieve his stuff, to taking notes on the negotiations, to having her serve him at the luncheon (which almost ends in a spilled disaster but she saves it at the last second) - she does her best to carry out her duties properly.

Until they finally arrive at the last engagement of the day, and she’s exhausted. This party is the last thing on Silvio’s schedule, and she’s clinging to the fact that this will all be over soon. There’s no need for her to be right at his side during a party like this, so she’s free to hang back somewhere within eyesight, at the ready if he were to call.

She can see him a short distance away, surrounded by merchants, but notes that he doesn’t look tired in the slightest. Is being as busy as this just everyday for him?

“Pardon me…aren’t you Prince Silvio’s maid?” A portly man, wine glass in hand, approaches her.

“I am. What can I do for you?” she asks him, noting that he smells strongly of alcohol.

Maybe it’s because he’s drunk that he looks at her so frankly, observing that even for a maid it’s got to be boring just standing there. “This is a merchant’s gathering - you don’t have to keep up some noble’s decorum. How about a drink for you, maid?”

She thanks him politely for the invitation, but declines - though the man seems uninterested in taking no for an answer as he puts his hands around her waist and pulls her closer, to her dismay. “I’ve got some delicious drink over there. I’m sure you’ll enjoy it too.”

There’s no one at all over in the place he’s referring to, and a shiver of unpleasant premonition runs through her. Acting rudely here would besmirch Silvio’s name…but…

She stomps on the foot of the man trying to pull her off to the deserted corner, and he lets out a cry, giving her the change to slip away as his arm loosens around her.

“Why you little…” the man begins furiously.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

Startled, she realizes that Silvio has come up behind her without her noticing, and she starts fretting over what to do - he looks pissed. Of course he would be, she figures - stomping on a man’s foot is hardly ‘proper’ behavior for a maid. “I’m sorr- mph?!”

Her apology is cut off by Silvio’s hand clapping over her mouth. “I wasn’t asking you.” He throws a sharp glare at the fancy man. “What do you want with my maid?”

“N….no, nothing, I’m so sorry!” The man manages a faster escape than she’d ever have expected from someone as portly as him.

Did Silvio just…protect her? When he pulls his hand back and she turns around, she finds him laughing his ass off at the guy running away with his tail between his legs after being shot down by a woman. “It would have been even more entertaining if you’d been wearing heels.”

“You’re not going to chew me out?” she asks, to his confusion. “Doesn’t the way a maid acts reflect on your reputation?”

He scoffs at the idea that any one thing she could do would possible hurt his reputation, smoothing a hand over her hair before ruffling it up messily. “There’s assholes like that at every one of these gatherings. If you don’t show them you mean business, they’ll take advantage of you.”

Silvio never tells her to simply put up with anything, she realizes. He encourages her to push back when anyone tries to trample her dignity, regardless of being a maid. Regardless of how her actions might cut into his bottom line or affect his profits - he doesn’t seem to care.

She has to admit to herself, she respects that sort of thing. And the ideas been percolating for awhile now, but she’s certain that deep down Silvio is a good person.

“But…I’m not putting up with the rudeness,” he warns her.

“Oh no, Master certainly has a generous heart, so I think he’ll forgive me,” she counters saccharinely.

“That’s what’s so cheeky about you,” he smirks, the expression on his face pleased despite his words, and she’s taken aback by the sight.

No, no, no way, she tells herself. We are not getting all fluttery over this.

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When all is said and done, it’s late by the time they return to the castle. Silvio’s kept up appearances in public perfectly, but the second they walk into his room he collapses on the bed with an exhausted sigh that has her realizing he was putting up a front all along.

He bites out a curse at all the things crammed in today, and she agrees that he’d overcrowded his schedule. “Is it always like that?”

He says he doesn’t think he could keep up with a schedule like that if it was, and she does note that he looks absolutely wiped. Not even trying to lift the face he’s got buried in a pillow. She wonders if he’s going to just pass out as is, and thinks it’s a maid’s strange sort of privilege to see him like this.

Maybe he would rest better without her, though. Aloud, she takes her leave, and turns to go -

Only for Silvio to turn his face towards her while still lying down. “Wait. Who said you have leave to go?”

“But you can’t rest when I’m here,” she protests.

He waves it off. “Don’t care. A maid is supposed to serve her master until he goes to bed.”

She tries to point out that he’s already there, but he corrects her - he’s not sleeping yet.

He certainly looks like he should be, to her, as he pulls himself to sitting up and a yawn escapes him. “Soothe me, woman.”

“Sorry, what?”

He tells her he’s in the mood for some R&R right now. “I don’t care how you do it. If I’m satisfied, I’ll let you go.” She starts to protest, but he cuts her off. “Of course, you won’t disobey your master, will you? If I’m not satisfied, we’ll spend the night together, so brace yourself for that, alright?”

ENDING CHOICE - PREMIUM

The night….together?!?! No no no no NO ABSOLUTELY NOT. Her mind races as she wracks her brain, trying to come up with some way to satisfy him. The only thing she can think of is one of the oldest tricks in the book - one she’s sure he’ll enjoy, given how exhausted he seems.

“If I may…” She moves around behind Silvio where he’s sitting on the bed, barely managing to keep her balance on the mattress sunk by his weight as she scoots closer. All while Silvio is trying to keep a distance from her as if wary of something.

“Wait, what are you going to do?” he asks.

“What do you mean? I was thinking of rubbing your shoulders.”

“Stop messing around. Nobody said anything about rubbing shoulders!” He scowls at her.

She protests that it’s the gold standard when it comes to helping someone relax, but he flatly rejects the idea altogether. She’s shocked to hear that there’s anyone in the world who doesn’t like having their shoulders rubbed, and he’s still frowning thunderously at her despite her not intending to mess with him.

She can’t quite smother her little laugh and smile at the sight of his grumpy face. “Maybe…you’ve never had your shoulders rubbed, Prince Silvio?” Silence is the only answer she receives, before she goes on, amazed. “It’s such a good feeling, but the richest man on the entire continent has no idea what it feels like…”

He warns her not to get carried away, but she assures him she’s not poking fun at him. She just honestly wants him to enjoy the feeling. “Why not at least give it a try and see how it goes? I’ll make you feel as nice as I can.”

“I said I don’t want it!”

“....Are you shy, is that it?” She asks, to his incredulousness. “Is that why your face is all red?”

He flinches, eyes going wide, as she points out it’s pretty suspicious the way he keeps running away from her too.

Until he finally tsks as she corners him, grabbing a bottle of drink off the side table and taking pulls directly from the bottle, not even bothering with a glass.

What the heck is he doing that for, just out of nowhere? she wonders. (It’s called liquid courage, Emma my dear LOL)

Wiping the corners of his mouth with the back of his hand when he finishes, he turns his back to her on a frown. “Well, if you’re going to do it, then do it.”

“Really?”

“Hurry up before I change my mind,” he warns.

Coming to kneel behind him, she places her hands on his wide shoulders, recalling the various pressure points she’d read about in books as she slowly works her fingers, trying to loosen him up. Presumably because he’s not used to it, Silvio is tense beneath her touch.

“You’re pretty stiff,” she notes, but he doesn’t reply. “How is it? My friends all say I’m pretty good.”

“You’re surprisingly strong,” he concedes.

“Yes, it’s from carrying all those books - I mean, uh, I ah…work out, in case I’m attacked by some ruffians.” She’d almost stuck her foot in her mouth and blown her whole cover story with the reference to her bookstore job.

Silvio doesn’t seem to be paying her slip-up any mind though, as he sits there and rubs a hand over his chest. “No wonder you’ve got no charm.”

She kind of rolls her eyes at that, and they lapse into silence as she works…until Silvio starts to doze off, his head drooping. He really does look like he’s about to pass out at any moment, to her.

“You can go ahead and sleep,” she offers. Knowing that if he does, she’ll finally be released from this whole maid thing.

He seems to agree…but the moment he turns around, her whole field of view is turned upside down, leaving her flailing to catch up to what just happened. Realizing that he’s pushed her back down on the sheets, Silvio lying alongside her. She hastily tries to sit up, but before she can, he’s got her wrapped up as tightly as he can in his arms.

Her heart begins pounding so hard that it feels as if it’s bruising itself on the inside of her ribcage.

“I said you could sleep, I said nothing about dragging me into this!” she cries.

He counters slyly that it’s alright if it means soothing her master, and she scoffs aloud if it’s really possible to relax like this.

“Oh yeah,” he says on a grin. “It’s very satisfying to see the woman who teased me so much all flustered and flailing around now, isn’t it?”

So it’s revenge, she realizes, as he tucks her up tight against him. “Even though you don’t like being touched?”

He points out that she was the one ballsy enough to suggest a shoulder massage when she knew he doesn’t like being touched, and she doesn’t have any answer for that save an awkward laugh.

“Well…it wasn’t bad,” he finally admits.

So he DID like it, she realizes…but then reminds herself that’s not the point right now. The two of them locked in perpetual battle, back and forth, even when simply conversing. Unable to free herself at all.

“....Why?” she finally asks, out of the blue.

“Why what?”

“I’ve been wondering this for awhile,” she begins. “Wondering why, if you don’t like women, you keep messing with me?”

“I’ve told you plenty of times. It’s to get under that damned dog’s skin.”

‘Damned dog’ means Rio, of course. For some reason unknown to her, Silvio seems to consider him his enemy. But… “Would you let a woman you hate stay with you all hours of the day just to harass someone?”

Awhile back, he’d had her play the role of his lover, and today the role of his maid. She doesn’t understand why.

She holds his gaze as she poses her question.

Only to have Silvio avert his somewhat awkwardly as he says it’s something he’s just gotta put up with too.

She has no reply for that, trying to process the fact that he claims he is using her despite his own antipathy to get to Rio no matter what. Something sharp, like a thorn, needling her heart at the thought.

No, you already knew that, she tells herself. What did you honestly expect?

A feeling wells up inside of her that shunts that thorn aside. “I see, I see. So, totally against your will, you appointed me a maid?” He’s silent, unanswering, as she goes on. “Then I mustn’t disappoint, right?”

“Huh?” he asks, eyes going wide in alarm.

“If I don’t pester you to the point where you beg me for mercy and say no more, then you’ll just keep ‘putting up with it’ and use me again.”

She’s well aware of the fact that the man before her is the prince of another country, and she’s obligated to respect him. But that has no bearing on the feeling rising in her…so she puts her hand at his waist, and tickles him.

“Stop! Cut that out, damned woman!!” Silvio immediately cries.

Definitely ticklish at the waist, she thinks with unholy glee, as the arms he had her clamped tightly in place with loosen and he leaps up. But she gets to her feet as well, hands raised in prime tickling position before her as she moves closer to him. “I spent my one precious day off at your beck and call…and all you can say is it wasn’t your idea of fun either?” She points out this seems like a pretty fitting way for her to exact her revenge.

“That’s not what I said!” he protests.

“You basically did! Tomato tomahto!” she accuses.

“No! I put up with it because I don’t hate it!” His face reddens as he finishes. “It’s not so bad having you around…”

She freezes, stunned, and they both stare at each other silently. By the time his words finally sink in, her whole body is burning up. Reeling still from the so-called tyrant’s unexpected admission, a strangely electric air stretching between them, bittersweet and awkward.

Silvio opens and shuts his mouth repeatedly, never managing a sound, before turning his back on her as if to escape. “...I’m going to take a bath.”

“I’ll get a change of clothes then!” she hurriedly offers, grateful to be saved from the moment. He heads into the bathroom as she looks for clothes - grabbing some along with a dalmatian-print shirt and following.

Only to be startled all over again when she walks in to find he’s already begun undressing. She hastily puts the clothes down nearby so as to avoid as much of an eyeful of nearly-nekkid Silvio as she can, and tries to make her excuses. “Alright, then I’m off!”

“Wait.” He grabs her by the back of the collar as she tries to go, and she’s almost ready to cry on the spot. “The deal was you worked until I fell asleep, wasn’t it?”

Stammering, she asks what more he wants - is she supposed to wash his back or something? But he only smirks at that, observing that he didn’t expect her to make such an offer.

This is bad, very bad, she’s thinking, as he goes on. “Well, how about you do just that then?”

“I was joking!!” she cries, but he grins and asks if she’s deaf. “Are you a sleaze?!”

“Alright, wash my hair and back,” he orders, taking delight in her raging as he leans in, his lips at her ear as he chuckles wickedly. “Serve your master wholeheartedly?”

Why though…why is her heart pounding so much, when it’s Silvio we’re talking about here??

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You can find the epilogue here.

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cloudcountry · 10 months

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SUMMARY: you're supposed to be doing your skin care routine right now, but teasing yves sounds much more appealing.

WARNINGS: none!!! :D

COMMENTS: THSI IS MY FIRTS TIME WRITING FOR HIM AND FOR ANY IKEPRI CHARACTER RAHHHH ^^; i've literally only played up to like. chapter five SO UHHHH IF CHARACTERIZATION IS WEIRD TAHTS WHY!! i did my best!!!!

also tagging @xxoomiii because heyyyyyy haha this is your man i hope you like it!!!

You can practically feel his disapproving stare as you pull the bed sheets over your face. Right around this time is when you would usually do your skincare routine with Yves, and even though you weren’t opposed to indulging him every night, you were far too exhausted from dealing with his brothers all day to bother with washing various products off your face five different times. You try to ignore how disappointed Yves surely was in you, being as diligent with his self-care routine as he was.

“Belle.” he calls, voice soft and without the scolding you thought you would receive, “Aren’t you forgetting something?”

“I don’t feel like it tonight.” you murmur, wishing the silky bed sheets would hide your form better.

Your only warning is a soft sigh before the sheet is peeled away from your body. You huff as Yves gazes down at you, his brow furrowed and pretty lips pursed in concern. He looks so worried, and while it should make you feel cared for, you really really just want to sleep. You curl in on yourself in a vain attempt to hide, but before you can hide your face, Yves’s hand shoots out and stops you. Your head jerks up and you meet his gaze, and with the way he’s looking at you you know he didn’t do that intentionally.

“Ah...apologies.” he yanks his hand away, avoiding your eyes, “I just...You shouldn’t skip out on your skincare routine. It’s important to polish your appearance.”

Ah, yes. You remember his first lecture about polishing gemstones all too well. The memory of his breath against your neck is still all too vivid, and you find yourself paying more attention to his moving lips than his words. He talks a bit longer about how beautiful he thinks you are, and although the words are flattering you take far more pleasure in watching his face slowly turn pink. He seems to realize where exactly you’re looking, and as his cheeks turn pink you grab him by the lapels and pull him forward.

The kiss you place on his forehead surprises him. He expected you to go for his lips like you usually do, but he can’t say he’s disappointed. You pull away with a soft smack and press your forehead against his, where you shut your eyes and rest for a moment.

“If you think this will get you out of your skin care routine, you are sorely mistaken!” he babbles, stumbling over his words like a fool.

“I love you,” you say, and you’re sleepy enough that it sounds so dreamy on your lips, and Yves almost combusts on the spot.

“Don’t—!” he sucks in a breath, gritting his teeth, “I love you too, but...where is this coming from?”

“Does it matter?” you say softly, “I don’t think it does.”

Yves supposes you are right. After all, you seem to disregard where many things come from, himself included.

“I like telling you I love you. You’re always so kind to me, and to your people...even though they don’t give a damn about you. And you tried your hardest to look out for me when I first came here, and you even gave me a pretty notebook and did my hair for our date and—”

He gets it. Yves gets it, he gets that you adore him just as much if not more than he hates himself. His body wants to squirm and bolt away from you, but you’re still holding his face and keeping him rooted to the spot. Your eyes are still closed and your voice sounds so sleepy and wow, has your skin always looked this kissable?

“I...I thought you said you were tired.” he stammers.

“No, not tired. Just said I didn't feel like doing skincare tonight. I just want to hug you and go to sleep.” you open your eyes, and for a moment he’s lost in them.

But then you pull away, and reality hits him harder than a slap in the face.

“You’ll have to make up for it in the morning, you know.” Yves says, and you smirk because his choice of words means you have absolutely won.

“Mhm. I know, love.” you laugh, a light, airy sound that makes his heart pound.

He allows you to pull him into bed next to you without resistance. You throw your arm around his waist and curl up against his back, spooning him. For what seems like the hundredth time that night, Yves turns that pretty shade of light pink. Your breathing slows, and he can feel your heart beating against his back. Your breath against his skin makes him nervous. Your hand around his waist finds the hand he rests on his stomach and slides against it. Your fingers intertwine and he has to stop his heart from imploding. He feels warm. He feels so loved and cared for. What a strange feeling this is.

He wants more.

What did he do to deserve this? Usually he asks these questions when faced with hardships, wondering why he couldn’t have just been anyone else. Why he couldn’t have been more like his half-brothers. Why he had to be a prince that didn’t belong in any kingdom. Now he asks because of you. And while your presence has changed nothing about the outside world, it has done wonders to the world inside his head, the one he envisions for you and him. The one he wants to create.

He wants nothing more than to be the person you continue to love. Maybe, if Yves is the person you love, he’d be alright being him. It's not something he can say confidently yet, but you’ve been around long enough that he has little reason to doubt it.

And as your hand squeezes his in your sleep, a little reminder from you to stop thinking like that, Yves finds himself drifting off with a soft smile.

#ONCE AGAIN IF YOU SEE A TYPO NO YOU DONT!!!!!#auburn's fics <3 #yves kloss #yves kloss x reader #ikemen prince fluff #ikemen prince #ikemen yves kloss #ikepri #ikepri yves #ikepri yves kloss

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ikemenlibrary · 7 months

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The Act (Ikemen Sengoku)

Pairing: Yukimura Sanada x MC (Mai) Summary: Mai seeks out Yukimura's help for something that she feels only he can help with - tricking Shingen.

Word count: 1.1k

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A note from the author: Not me returning from the dead after a year away LOL - anyways, this was written as a request from @/belovedstill's prompt list. Requests are still open if you would like to send something in for ikevamp, ikesen, or ikepri! Thank you @belovedstill for this lovely list and prompt, I loved every second of this!

“What do you mean, ‘Yukimura, I need you to pretend to be my fake lover to get Shingen to take a hint.’?” Yukimura and Mai were enjoying some late afternoon tea in his room, when Mai had proposed this idea to him rather nonchalantly. “Are you crazy? He can read me like an open book. He also knows I’d never date an ugly boar woman like you.”

Mai huffed, blowing air out of her hair, making her bangs fly up and lay askew on her forehead. “Don’t say it like that Yuki! Learn some tact, wouldya?”

“Oh shaddup Mai,” Yuki said, gesturing at her with his full teacup. “You know it’s true!”

“It isn’t true and I’m not a boar woman!” Mai argued, her brow furrowing in frustration. “I happen to be a very graceful woman. Like… like a swan!”

Yuki snorted into his teacup. “Yeah, that works.” He leaned in closer, glancing at her neck. “You do have an abnormally long and curvy neck.”

Mai’s cheeks flushed in embarrassment, the way they always do when she gets into a heated argument with Yukimura. He always found a way to get under her skin, and she usually finds herself wondering just why she chooses to spend so much time with him when he’s back in Kasaguyama. This time was no different.

“Yukimura, I’m serious! Shingen won’t leave me alone. He’s constantly calling me a princess, or a goddess, or his angel. I want him to stop!” Mai slammed down her teacup a little too hard, forcing the table to wobble more than Yukimura would’ve liked. “He’s all bark and no bite. Just smile nicely and move on.”

She looked at him with wide eyes, almost panicked - like a deer in headlights. “But he has tried to bite me! Quite recently, might I add.”

“He’s old, probably turning senile too.” Yuki responded, reaching for more hot water to warm his tea that had turned cold. “And shouldn’t we do everything we can to make sure grandpa’s are happy in their old ages?” There was a hint of sadness in Yuki’s eyes as he looked intently at the floor, and Mai dropped whatever retort she had as Shingen brazenly waltzed into Yukimura’s room, pausing only slightly when he noticed Mai sitting nonchalantly on his friend’s floor. “Well, well, well. What do we have here? Yuuuuki, you didn’t mention anything about having any female visitors this afternoon.”

Shingen’s shark-like, suave grin had Mai rolling her eyes, biting her lip so as not to snap back at Shingen. She was in Yukimura’s room, and they were good friends so she wouldn’t disrespect Yuki like that, as much as she wished she could. So, Yukimura’s response to Shingen had Mai, whipping her head up to stare wide eyed at her friend. “Please don’t disrespect Mai like that again, Shingen. The woman I love is more than just a female visitor, maybe you were mistaking me for you?”

Shingen faltered slightly, his grin slipping for a moment before returning. “The woman you love, eh?” He questioned, bringing his hand up to rub at his chin. “And don’t think I didn’t hear you insult me. I’m just in a particularly good mood today and will let it slide.” His gaze fixed on Mai now. “Mai, you didn’t tell me that you and Yuki had this… relationship. No wonder you never took me up on any of my nightly invitations.”

Before Mai could lose her courage, she shoved her hand into Yuki’s, gripping his calloused hand in her own sweaty one. “Yup! I couldn’t betray my Yukimura like that. Sorry Shingen, I should’ve been more honest. My sweetie pie is just very shy, as I’m sure you know well. Right Yuki?”

“Hey! I’m not your–” He cut himself off as Mai dug her nails harshly into her skin, shooting daggers at her before plastering the fakest smile on his face she had ever seen. “You’re right, boo bear. I was a bit embarrassed to admit my feelings for Mai to you, Shingen. That’s why I asked Mai to not mention anything. We’ve been meeting late at night every night, but today I couldn’t bear to wait any longer to see her, so I asked her to meet me for some afternoon tea.”

“I see,” Shingen nodded, eying their tightly clenched hands. “It seems as if I’ve interrupted something, so I’ll leave you two lovebirds to it. Yuki, you know where to find me if you need any tips or suggestions on how to keep a woman happy.” “Goodbye, Shingen.” Yukimura dismissed his elder, his eyes not once leaving Mai’s face as his grip on her hand loosened into a gentle hold.

“Goodbye, you two.” Shingen turned away, and as he exited the doorway, he called over his shoulder. “By the way, if you want anyone to actually believe you two are in love, you better start working on your acting.”

Shingen’s laughter could be heard from down the hall, and Yukimura hastily jerked his hand away from Mai’s rubbing it on his kimono. “Your hand was so sweaty! It was gross!”

Mai recoiled, shoving her finger in his face to point at him. “Yeah well, we wouldn’t have had to hold hands if you didn’t decide to pretend to be in a relationship with me!”

“You asked me to, woman!” Yukimura swiped Mai’s hand away from his face, capturing her hand in his once again, and clumsily interlocking them. “And this is how you hold hands! Not whatever you tried to do before!”

“Why are you always so critical of me?!” Mai asked moving to stand up and rip her hand out of Yukimura’s. He didn’t let go though, instead opting to use their linked hands to tug her back down, tumbling into his lap.

“Because you’re a boar woman, and someone’s gotta keep you in check.” Yukimura’s voice was deeper now, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear. “Plus, you seem to like it. Always asking to spend time with me.”

“I–” Mai faltered, turning to meet Yuki’s gaze, not realizing just how close he had gotten. “You’re just sometimes more tolerable than the rest, is all.” Yukimura squeezed her hand, and a surge of electricity shot through her body. “If I’m tolerable, you should reevaluate your taste in company. Sounds like we need to get you more air.” “Hey Yuki,” Mai muttered, their noses so close they were almost touching.

“Yeah?” He whispered back, his eyes searching her own for any sort of clue as to what she was gonna say next. “Shut up!” She exclaimed and shot up from his lap, escaping from his grip as giggles bubbled from her lips while he scrambled to chase after her, muttering under his breath that he was gonna get her when she least expected it.

On the other side of the wall, unbeknownst to Yukimura and Mai, Shingen and Sasuke stood shoulder to shoulder, exchanging knowing looks as they heard their two friends’ laughter ringing through the hallways of the otherwise quiet castle.

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kaizoku-musume · 7 months

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Entry #2 in @xxsycamore's Visions of Temptation kinktober event. I have a brief summary of my OC here for anyone interested.

Fandom: Ikepri

Pairing: Clavis x OC

Word count: 4k

Prompts: Biting/Marking | Dacryphilia

Walking down the corridor to their room, Lisette’s mind spun with possibilities. Clavis had told her he had a surprise for her, give me about twenty minutes and then head up to our room, you’ll love it and Lisette was torn between anticipatory and apprehensive. With Clavis, it was just as likely to be a sex thing as it was literally anything else. And it was just as likely to be something fun and relatively innocent (for her to enjoy, not always so much for everyone else) as it was something she had to talk him out of so he didn’t get hurt via Chevalier seeking revenge. It was unlikely to be the latter, thankfully, due to the location-Clavis-territory-and the time of night.

So, sex thing, probably. Which barely narrowed down the options. Clavis had millions of ideas he was open to trying: bondage (a favourite of theirs), temperature play (very fun-Lisette preferred cold and Clavis preferred hot), choking (which was a hard no-Clavis had been surprised about that one, given her obsession with his neck rivaled his for her legs, but Lisette was all too familiar with how easy it was to force someone unconscious by applying the right pressure for mere seconds, and how quickly death came after that. She probably had the knowledge to do it relatively safely, but the risk was too high for her).

The point is, by the time Lisette reached the door, she was no closer to figuring out what the surprise was than she had been when Clais first told her. All she could do was steady herself, hope it was nothing too outrageous, and open the door. She didn’t knock or announce herself because she knew Clavis would be all too eager to call out “come in” in the sultriest way imaginable just for laughs, exactly like last time, and she wasn’t sure she should make it too regular of a habit.

When the door swung open, her eyes immediately went toward the bed, where Clavis was splayed out on his side. He was an absolute vision in lace and frills: cotton thigh highs with ribboned garters, a skimpy top with a lisianthus floral print and two thin straps running underneath the flat cups, and a lace choker with a cute ribbon right at the center. All of that alone was mouth-watering, but it was the dog tag attached to the choker that had Lisette frozen. She couldn’t read it from the doorway but she knew what was on it, could sense the letters engraved on it deep in her gut, igniting an inferno that blazed through her.

“What does it say?” she asked anyway, because she was a glutton for punishment. She didn’t know if she could handle it if Clavis confirmed her suspicions; she already felt terribly off-kilter, about to keel over from his flagrant display.

Clavis had the smuggest look on his face as he teased, “Why don’t you come over here and find out?” Like a moth to a flame, Lisette did just that, all but stumbling forward in her haste. Clavis flopped down to lay flat on the bed so Lisette could clamber on top of him, striking a coy pose that she barely took notice of in her single-minded focus. Lisette gripped the tag and there, staring up at her in bold, near-indecipherable script, was exactly what she knew she would see.

Lisette’s.

The flash of heat that struck her was overwhelming. Lisette felt drunk with lust, stuck staring at the-the collar, is what it really was, proclaiming Clavis as hers. And Clavis knew it, egging her on as he simpered, “Like it?”

Lisette’s eyes snapped up to meet his. The amused look in them didn’t infuriate her, but it triggered a reaction so similar that she had to take a deep breath to calm down. Who knew hunger like this ran through the body the same way anger did, so all-encompassing? Focusing very, very hard on not entirely losing it, Lisette leaned down and kissed clavis, all teeth and tongue, laying claim to his mouth. When she pulled back to allow Clavis to breath, she tugged on the tag, holding it tight in her fist, something in her viciously satisfied at how Clavis’ neck tipped up a bit to accommodate her grip. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re sobbing,” she promised.

Wordlessly, with a shit-eating grin, Clavis gestured to the side of the bed, where the lube and harness sat on top of the covers. Lisette hadn’t even noticed them, her attention having been fully caught by Clavis himself. “Such a strong reaction,” Clavis quipped as Lisette tore her clothes off in record speed, “What brought it on, I wonder?” When Lisette was naked, he helped her with the harness, hands skimming her thighs more than necessary, slipping underneath the leather briefly to test how wet she was.

“You think you’re so cute,” Lisette narrowed her eyes at him, wasting no time situating herself between his legs. She went to rub her cock along his entrance just to tease him, maybe make him feel a fraction of the franticness Lisette herself was dealing with, but she paused at the sight of his hole. It was already glistening with lube and slightly puffy from use. Twenty minutes, he’d said. Too much time to just put on the outfit, but enough to open himself up for her in preparation. Lisette had to take another deep breath; millions of fights against people with different kinds of skills and weapons since childhood and it was the actions of a man who was practically begging her to fuck him that was going to be the death of her.

“Sobbing, Clavis,” she repeated, sliding into him all the way to the hilt in one smooth thrust, punching a strained gasp out of Clavis. He recovered far too quickly for Lisette’s liking, opening his mouth to say something (probably to goad her even more, because her husband had no self-preservation instincts), so Lisette didn;t give him any time to adjust to the feeling of her inside him before starting up a fast, deep rhythm. Clavis made a sound halfway between a groan and a laugh, wrapping his legs around her waist.

“You are a menace, you know that?” Lisette snapped her hips forward. She wanted to get the first, easiest orgasm out of the way, because it wouldn’t be until later that she got what she wanted.

Clavis tipped his head back and laughed, the motion highlighting his neck, the choker (which meant he did it on purpose just to rile her up even more, fuck, Lisette was going to wreck this man), the tag bouncing with every thrust. “Turnabout is fair play, my dear,” he said, “You didn’t think I’d let you have all the fun, did you?”

“Oh, you asshole.” Lisette knew exactly what he was talking about: two weeks ago, she had shown up in his office in stockings and a plug and had tormented him with the knowledge until he finished work, not allowing him to touch her until he had done so. And now Clavis was retaliating by driving her insane in turn.

“There’s no call for that, is there?” Clavis cooed amidst sighs of pleasure, “Didn’t I fuck you exactly how you wanted me to?” Lisette bit her lip at the memory of being taken on his desk. This wouldn’t do at all: Clavis was still far too coherent, and she refused to let him have the upper hand. She shifted, angling her hips to strike against where she knew his prostate was. Clavis cursed and reached out to hold onto the straps of her harness as she struck with unerring accuracy. “Oh dear, am I-ah!-am I winding you up?” he choked out.

“Make your jokes now, because I doubt you’ll be able to when you’re crying your eyes out,” Lisette warned. She paid attention to the hitches in his breathing, the tensing in his thighs. He was getting close, but would need a push, and she didn’t intend to touch his cock yet; best to save that for later so he didn’t get too overstimulated. Luckily, Lisette knew the best way to make him come untouched.

She leaned down and licked a stripe up his neck, right across the choker. “Ah, wait-” Clavis twitched, knowing what was in store, but it was too late: Lisette latched onto his neck with a deep growl, teeth and mouth clamping down, biting imprints and sucking a mark onto his skin as she grinded against his prostate. With a sharp cry, Clavis came, tightening around her. Lisette fucked him through it before pulling out briefly to reapply lube to the strap, sliding back in right after, taking delight in the way he whimpered. “Fuck, I love that trick,” she said.

Before Clavis had fully recovered, she was moving inside him again. Clavis squirmed and moaned, caught between trying to push back onto her cock and pull away. “Well, babe?” Lisette goaded, “Am I fucking you exactly how you want?”

Clavis met her gaze evenly, patented smirk still displayed even as he panted for breath. “I’m not noticing any tears, oh wife of mine. I don;t think you’re fucking me hard enough,” he said with a haughty tilt to his head. Every movement kept drawing Lisette’s attention right back to that choker and tag.

“Oh, you think so?” Lisette played along, “Well, far be it from me to disappoint. Don’t worry, oh husband of mine, I’ll be sure to step it up from here.” Lisette finally gave attention to the rest of Clavis’ ensemble, leaning down to lick at Clavis’s nipple over the lingerie, rubbing the other one with the pad of her thumb. The lavender material darkened and became slightly see-through with her spit, a single patch right over his nipple, and something about the sight was so obscene she had to do it to the other one to make it even.

“Like it?” Clavis asked, “I knew the-ah!-the choker would be enough, but it-mmmmm-matched, so I couldn’t pass up the oppor-oh!-the opportunity.”

“It’s pretty,” Lisette said around his nipple, nipping at the nub. She slid her free hand along his thigh, feeling along the stockings and garter. She tugged once on the strap of the garter, snapping it against his skin. Clavis jolted with a yelp, raising himself up into her before lowering back to the bed like he didn’t know where to go. For his third orgasm, she’d have to put him in a position that gave her better access to his legs-they needed some marks of their own.

Speaking of, Lisette moved on from tormenting Clavis’ nipples to address the strips of skin peeking out between the thin straps of the top, right at the transition from his pecs to his ribs. She set about sucking hickeys there, mouth catching skin and fabric as she worked.

“I’m glad you appreciate it,” Clavis ran a hand through her hair-the downside to trying to build his second orgasm up slowly was giving him the ability to recover, Lisette was realizing. Maybe she should just pick up the pace soon. “I wanted you to realize what a sight you are when you wear outfits like this for me and I knew just telling you how beautiful you are wouldn’t make you fully understand. The only way was to show you that however you feel looking at me like this is the same way I feel.” And that was-well. Clavis was right that Lisette never really understood the appeal to things like lingerie even though she was more than willing to put it on to surprise him. And it was just like Clavis to want to show her how much her actions meant to him by flipping things around on her-that was part of how he showed his love, after all.

Lisette just had to kiss him for that, so she did, surging forward and cupping his cheeks in her palms as her tongue sought refuge in his mouth. She drank her fill of him, mapping out the cavern of his mouth, teeth occasionally nipping at his bottom lip. Clavis wrapped his arms around her shoulders and kissed her back, faithfully opening up to let her in, sucking enthusiastically on her tongue.

Lisette hooked the back of Clavis’ knee under her elbow to spread him wide, maintaining an angle that avoided his prostate while fucking him. With her free hand, she took his cock in a sure grip and started stroking him, matching the quickening pace of her thrusts. Clavis whined and tightened his hold on her, hands clutching at her back, wrapping his other leg more firmly around her hip. Lisette sped up even more, fucking into him hard and fast, hips slapping together, her hand twisting around the head of his cock as she fisted him. She paid close attention to Clavis’ tells: when his legs and arms started to shake and his breath took a whiny, whistley pitch, Lisette bit into his bottom lip and tugged while she dug her thumb into his slit, sending him tumbling over the edge once more.

Lisette pulled away just a tad to get the lube again as she eased him through it before stopping for a moment, but instead of pulling out, she simply coated her index and middle fingers and slipped them in his ass alongside her cock, spreading the lube around as much as she could. Clavis made a sound like he was dying, head tossing and turning on the pillow. She soothed him through it, running her free hand along his side and pressing open-mouthed kisses along the patch of skin beneath his earlobe. Clavis greedily rasped in air as she removed her fingers, somehow managing to make it sound like he was laughing as he did.

She leaned back until she was sitting up straight on her knees and lifted Clavis’ legs, slinging them over her shoulders. Clavis watched her with glassy, half-focused eyes, and Lisette admired the sight of him, flushed all the way down to his chest, hear a sweaty, tangled mess on his forehead, stomach near painted white in streaks of his come, hickeys blooming to life on his skin. “Another, then?” Clavis sighed more than said. He glanced down at where her cock was still buried in him, licking his lips at the sight. Lisette wasn’t sure if that was intentional or just a subconscious reaction.

“I already told you, didn’t I?” Lisette rocked forward once, twice, testing. Clavis tipped his head back and moaned, half ecstasy, half agony. “I’m not stopping until you’re sobbing.” She kept a shallow, slow rhythm for now. Lisette wanted him crying from pleasure, not pain.

Clavis bit his lip, but desperate whines and whimpers spilled out anyway. He blindly reached out and grabbed the pillow for support, fingers digging in so tightly Lisette was convinced he would tear through it. This is what Lisette loved the most about sex: watching Clavis lose himself in pleasure.

Lisette turned her head and began laying kisses on Clavis’ knees, enjoying the feel of soft cotton on her lips. Her hands roamed his thighs, rubbing creases in the thin socks as she periodically squeezed hard enough that tomorrow, there would be purpling, finger-shaped bruises. She dipped underneath the hem to tease at the skin underneath, sliding along the straps of the garters, occasionally snapping them just to hear him cry out every time.

“No running commentary this time?” Lisette prodded. She waited until he opened his mouth to quip back to bite down on the meat of his thigh, using her grip on the garter straps to pull him onto her cock. Instead of a sly comment, a wail left Clavis’ throat. Lisette laughed against his thigh, laying biting kisses as far as she could reach.

“H-how cruel,” Clavis said, “My lovely love-hah!-er seems to have it oouuuut! for me.”

“You think that’s cruel?” Lisette pitched her voice low. The way his legs clenched down on her shoulders was a good indication that his ass was doing the same thing on her cock. “Lulu, you have no idea what I have in store for you.” She was going to break her husband.

Somehow, looking half delirious and gasping like he could barely catch his breath, Clavis was still able to speak mostly coherently enough to challenge, “So show me. Show me how much you love me.” The fucker even had the gall to flick the tag proclaiming him as hers.

Lisette grinned, feeling downright feral. In all her life, no one had ever made her feel as out of control as Clavis did. “You asked for it, babe,” she said. Lisette reached down and ran one finger along his gradually hardening cock. She was maybe giving herself too much credit, interpreting his expression as regret, but he definitely had no idea what he’d gotten himself into and now he knew it. She took him in a light, gentle grip, hand feathering up and down his oversensitive shaft. Clavis whined and tried to shift his hips away, but speared on her cock as he was with knees hooked over her shoulders and no strength to lift them off, he had nowhere to go.

Lisette kept an ear out for his safeword, should he choose to use it. This was more than she’d ever put him through before, and she certainly didn’t want to push him too far-just far enough. But all that left Clavis were encouraging, if overwhelmed, sounds. “Lisette!” he shrieked when she rubbed her thumb across the tip of his cock. She wondered how he’d react if she took him in her mouth. Too bad she wasn’t willing to pull out of him to find out; she’d have to save it for next time.

Clavis writhed as Lisette stroked her cock. She routinely sped up and slowed down just to torment him, dragging her thumb across the glans under the head every now and then. Her thrusts into him had picked up a bit of speed as well, and the combined sensations had Clavis shaking non-stop. She could tell she was just a few more sensations away from where she wanted him, and she was ready to get him there. “Hey, love,” she waited until he was looking at her before continuing, “you want more?”

Clavis grinned as soon as he met her gaze, loopy and happy and too, too sweet for all Lisette was putting him through. “Always,” he promised, a wet sheen to his eyes. Yep, now was definitely the time.

“Then I’ll give it to you. I hope you’ve been working on your flexibility,” Lisette leaned forward until her head was right above Clavis’, bending him nearly in half. Hands braced on the bed, she immediately went back to fucking Clavis, skimming over his prostate every few thrusts, his cock trapped between their bellies. Clavis whined at the change in angle and constant friction on his cock, his hands scrabbling against her biceps.

Lisette sucked hickeys onto Clavis’ neck, following the line of his choker, making her own collar for his neck. Clavis’ fingers dug into the sides of her shoulders as her thrusts punched wet, squeaky “ah, ah, ah!”s out of him. Lisette’s teeth worried at the thin skin beneath his jaw while her tongue soothed the latest mark she made and finally: Clavis broke.

His voice warbled on a moan and his next breath was a weak and shaky sob. Lisette spent a few moments licking and kissing the fresh bruises in something of an apology before leaning up to get a good look at his face. There they were, tears springing from Clavis’ eyes and slipping down the side of his face or getting caught in his fluttering eyelashes.

“There we go,” she brought one hand up to swipe at the tears trailing down, “that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

Clavis opened and closed his mouth a couple of times like he was trying to say something, but all that came out were hitching sobs. Lisette nudged up against his prostate just to watch him struggle more. “Lis!” he shouted, nails scratching down her arms.

“Hmm? Something you want to say, babe?” she languidly rolled into him, delighted by how every movement brought a fresh wave of tears, a fresh round of sobs. He fought to keep his eyes open and focused on her even though tears obstructed his vision. “Is that a no?” She traced the lettering on the tag. Something terrible in her had the sudden urge to grab it and yank. She made a mental note to bring it up with Clavis later-lords knew he would love the idea.

“Lisette!” Clavis keened, arching his neck. Oh, well. Scratch that, then; he probably figured out exactly what she was thinking. Definitely something to try next time, then. “Lis, Lis, please,” Clavis begged, hands going reflexively to his face to either hide or wipe away his tears before he adjusted and held on to her wrists. The sight had Lisette take pity on him. This couldn’t be easy for Clavis, being seen crying so heavily like this, but he was willing to withstand it just for her because it was what she wanted.

“Okay, love, I gotcha,” Lisette rocked steadily into Clavis as she lay down almost flat on top of him, licking up his tears.

“Lis, fuck, fuck, oh god!” Clavis clutched at her back, well beyond the point of pretending to have some semblance of control. “Lis, love, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t-” Clavis kept chanting as Lisette fucked him, stomach grinding against his cock. A few more moments and he was coming with a scream, head tossed back in rapture.

Lisette could tell when the first wave passed him and he had moved on to the aftershocks by how his quaking legs had settled to intermittent shivers, how his cock had stopped twitching and spurting against her stomach and began to soften, how his desperate gasping sobs had settled to shallow breaths. Eyes half-lidded, Clavis peered hazily up at Lisette, head tipped up almost shyly. Recognizing the request for what it was, Lisette kissed him. Clavis did what he could to kiss back, but he was clearly out of commission. “You good?” Lisette asked. He nodded, so slowly, gently, Lisette took his legs off her shoulders and lowered them to the bed. With the same level of care, she slipped out of him, smoothing his hair back when he inevitably flinched.

“I’ll be right back,” she kissed his forehead as she got off the bed and headed to the bathroom, taking off the harness on the way. A bath would be needed, but moving Clavis too soon didn’t sound like a good idea, so for now, Lisette just wet a washcloth and filled a cup of water and brought them back out to him, lightly sweeping the washcloth over the mess on his stomach as she dripped a few sips of water into Clavis’ mouth before setting the glass on the nightstand. Clavis groaned and threw his arm over his eyes. “You coming back to the land of the living?” Lisette teased.

“Unfortunately,” Clavis said, voice scratchy. Was that from the yelling or crying? Or both? He sighed, scrubbing at his eyes.

Lisette used the rag to clean her own stomach once she was done taking care of Clavis. She climbed into bed next to him, settling against his side. They curled against each other, legs tangled together, encouraging Clavis to rest his head on her shoulder. She toyed with the tag once more-the fire had banked for now, but the sight of something with her name right there on his neck was still overpowering in a way.

“How’d you know?” It was probably a pointless question; it didn’t take a genius to figure out her possessive streak. But to make the leap from hickeys and bite marks to what was essentially a collar? Clavis had come up with that idea somehow, and more than that, had a pretty spot on guess as to what her reaction would be.

“Oh, that was easy,” Clavis explained, “I knew how you’d feel about it because it was exactly how I felt about it.” That made a lot of sense, actually. If Lisette was possessive, Clavis was someone who enjoyed the thought of being possessed. “I was thinking of wearing it to the next meeting, maybe, or using it as an accessory for the next royal event we’re obligated to attend,” Clavis said off-handedly, like he didn’t just a lit match onto a gasoline drenched wood house.

The mere thought of Clavis wearing it in public had that previously banked fire roaring back to life. “Please don’t,” she said, distressed, “At least not without warning me first. I think I’d lose my mind.”

“No, no, I think I’m onto something here,” Clavis giggled gleefully, nuzzling into her, “Anytime I want you to immediately ravish me, I’ll simply put it on.”

“Fuck, I think I would,” Lisette blurted. She didn’t trust herself not to jump Clavis the second she caught sight of the choker and tag. Clavis laughed and laughed and laughed. In the morning, Clavis would wake Lisette up with his lips and tongue and fingers. In the morning, they’d have an actual conversation about when he could wear it in public. And when he’d get out of bed, he would fall straight to the floor, and Lisette would pick him up and carry him to the bathroom for the next round.

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