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chirp-a-chirp · 11 months

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Ikemen Prince: Breaking Point

Description: A chance encounter with a young boy forces Leon to confront his past. Spoilers from Leon’s route. Quotes from Leon’s route are in bold text.

Ikemen Prince: Leon

Other Characters: Nokto; Yves; Sariel; Jin (briefly)

Word Count: ~2,700.

Tags: Angst and comfort; mentions of slavery, abuse, trauma, and parental loss

*Lion picture generated using Art AI App Gencraft

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“He’s replaceable.”

The voice was dismissive, petulant. The Duke gestured irritably at a young boy hastily picking up a pile of silverware that had scattered across the floor. The boy was no older than six, the youngest servant at the Duke’s gala. The boy’s amber eyes flickered at the Duke’s outstretched hand; he flinched reflexively, his body prepared for the blow that was sure to follow.

Leon’s eyes opened in shock. The servant boy was a virtual replica of him as a child, down to the sunken hallows beneath his eyes and the mop of dark hair that refused to be tamed. Leon winced internally as he saw what appeared to be bruises on the boy’s wrists beneath his jacket. But it was more than that—though the boy’s body’s flinched as an automatic response, his arms hung listlessly at his sides. The boy’s eyes were dull and flat. Leon knew what that feeling of resignation was like, perhaps more than anyone.

Instinctively, Leon stepped in front of the boy. “Every life has meaning, Your Grace.” A growl emanated from Leon even as he plastered a smile on his face. “He’s not replaceable.”

“And he has a name. Charles.” Emma crouched beside the boy, helping him pick up forks and spoons. Her eyes flared at the Duke. The Duke laughed dismissively. “He’s here upon my charity. The urchin’s mother was one of my maids; she died several months ago. He has a roof over his head as long as his does his job competently. He has failed to do that so—“

“So let us remedy that for you.” Leon’s eyes narrowed. “We will take Charles back to the Castle.” Leon gestured gently for the boy to get up. With some quiet encouragement from Emma, Charles scampered behind Leon, clinging to his cloak like a lifeline. Leon grab Charles’ hand and began to turn around. The Duke’s voice brought Leon back to the conversation.

“I believe you’ve forgotten something.” The Duke held out a hand. “Compensation for the clothing the boy wears. A coin would do.” The Duke’s attempt at a power play was painfully transparent. Leon barely heard the Duke’s sneer—it faded into a blur as Leon was pulled back into his childhood past. The sound of feet trudging through mud, whips lashing and breaking against his skin when work was not done fast enough, his life bought with a single coin. Jin, who had seen the verbal exchange between Leon and the Duke, stepped in. “Of course, Your Grace.” Jin dropped a small bag of coins in the Duke’s hand before Leon could respond. The Duke had powerful friends and trade connections. The princes could not afford to make him an enemy. Jin guided the Duke away, handing him a glass of wine. As Jin walked past Emma, he mouthed to her, “Go with Leon. Please.”

Emma quickly picked up the remaining pieces of silverware, placing them on a nearby table. Leon and Charles had already left. As she began to leave the gala, Emma felt a tug on her elbow as an arm encircled her waist.

“That was quite the performance just now.” Nokto’s breath tickled against Emma’s neck. His red eyes sparkled in mischief.

“You could have intervened any time,” Emma glared. Nokto shrugged, “Jin beat me to it. But, on to more important matters.” Nokto lifted his eyebrows and whispered in Emma’s ear. To anyone watching, it would look like no more than a man flirting with a pretty girl. “Do you recall the conversation you and I had while you were Belle? About Leon’s kindness?” Emma’s cheeks flushed. Nokto chuckled, “Play along, my dear. You’re doing well.”

Emma huffed and stepped back a pace. “Yes,” she hissed. “But this kindness is not cruel. Kind people want to help everyone. Leon wants to protect Charles, like he does with all the people in Rhodolite.”

“But at what cost?” Nokto studied Emma, a smirk on his face. “Leon can’t hide a thing, especially now that’s he’s with you,” Nokto murmured. “His eyes give him away. Leon will break tonight. Too many memories brought back to the surface.” Nokto stroked his chin and added; “his kindness is the ultimate cruelty to himself. When you care for everyone, there’s nothing left for yourself.” Nokto adjusted his white and gold jacket and sauntered towards Jin and the Duke, leaving Emma with her thoughts.

Damn Nokto’s perceptiveness. He could read people as easily as she read books. Leon had always been cheerful with everyone, friendly, charming. He was the smiling stranger with a ready laugh, the charismatic but distant hero, the man surrounded by others but somehow just out of reach. It was a kindness removed from emotional intensity; to be future king, it had to be so. Leon’s love for Emma had changed that perspective; he had become more approachable, more honest with his feelings, his heart lighter. But it left him vulnerable—to love was to risk suffering, and he loved Emma, Rhodolite, and its citizens more than anything. When they suffered, Leon suffered. And now, he did not have the emotional distance to preserve himself.

Emma sprinted out of the Duke’s villa. She found Charles and Leon on the side of a road, Charles staring at the prince in disbelief. Emma hid behind the villa’s gate, watching the scene before her. Charles lifted his hands towards the sky, gesturing at the fourth prince. It was as if the boy was pleading to Leon, daring to ask more of him. “You’re so big.”

Oh no.

For an instant, Leon’s eyes widened and trembled. Dark memories of him reaching out towards the sky as a slave boy, bleakness and resignation his only companions, enveloped him. Leon blinked a few times, willing himself back to the present. “You’ll be big like me one day.” Leon ruffled Charles’ hair. “And you’re not alone. Not anymore.” The prince picked the boy up and perched him on his shoulders. “Race you to the Castle Charles!” Leon ran at breakneck speed, a determined smile on his face. Normally, Leon’s smile shown brighter than the sun, providing warmth and strength on even the chillest of days. But now, Emma saw this smile for what it was—a shield protecting fragile feelings.

Emma walked as quickly as the cobblestone road would allow—she wondered if the heroines in her stories were capable of sprinting in heels. Thankfully, the Duke’s residence was a manageable distance to the Castle by foot—the carriage that brought Emma to the gala would not be back for several hours. After nearly getting lost, she arrived at the Castle, Sariel greeting her inside.

“Prince Leon and the boy are with the palace mutt in the kitchen.” Sariel looked unsurprised to see Emma back so early. He peered at Emma’s feet—she had unceremoniously kicked her heels off, rubbing blistered toes. Sariel lifted the corner of his lips in amusement. “Given your and Prince Leon’s escapades in town, I would have thought you’d wear more practical shoes.” His eyes shown wickedly. “Perhaps there is a sadistic side to you after all, Emma.”

Emma inclined her head and left, not wanting to acknowledge Sariel’s comment. As she approached the kitchen, Emma popped her head through a crack in the door. Emma was startled to see only Yves, slicing apples to place in a nearby pie-tin.

“Yves?”

Yves howled in surprise, nicking himself with the knife. He jumped back so quickly he nearly hit his head on a series of pots and pans hanging nearby.

“GAH! WHAT THE—!”

“Yves! I didn’t mean to startle you!”

“I wasn’t startled!” Emma and Yves barreled over one another with repeated apologies and Yves’ insistence on not being agitated. Yves calmed down enough to allow Emma to wrap a strip of cloth on his bleeding finger. Emma took a peek at the pie-tin. Next to it was a picture of several stick figures gathered around a pie.

“Charles likes apple pies. His mother used to make them.” Yves looked sadly at the photo. The black marks on top of two of the stick figures identified them as Leon and Charles—the figures held hands and were smiling. The other two figures—Yves and Rio—had yellow marks on their heads and held apples. Yves’ eyes flickered back to Emma’s, his haughty glare returning. “I’m sure his mother was a good baker—but my pie will surely be better.”

“Where’s—“

“Charles is with Rio. Rio is setting up an extra bed in his room so Charles doesn’t sleep alone. Leon said he had something he needed to take care of.” Yves’ voice trailed at the mention of Leon. “Leon was smiling but…he wasn’t here with us somehow. It was like he was away, deep in his own loneliness.”

Yves and many others had worked together seamlessly to save a little boy tonight—and watch over Leon. It was the nobler side to the princes’ beastly natures. Emma placed a hand on top of Yves’ shoulder. “Yves, don’t worry, I’ll make sure he’s OK.” As Emma walked away she heard Yves call back. “Emma?”

“Yes?”

“I…I have a soldier in my ranks with a brother who has been wanting to adopt. Charles would be very happy with him and his wife. N-not that I care, of course!”

“Of course not, Yves.” Emma shook her head and closed the door.

Leon was not in any of his usual haunts within the Castle—the rose garden, training grounds, the Domestic faction’s room. Now more worried, she ran to his room and jiggled the door knob. Locked. A clear signal he wanted to be alone. No. He’s so used to helping others he doesn’t know how to ask for help. Emma reached inside her dress pocket for a bobby-pin to pick the lock. She knew Clavis’ breakfast parties would pay off. After a few moments, Emma heard a click and opened the door.

The windows to Leon’s room were cracked open, gossamer curtains fluttering in the breeze. Leon was laying in bed, on top of the covers, his back facing Emma. His body was curled inward, one hand clinched to his chest, the other reaching out towards the window. His breath was loud and ragged, his shoulders shaking.

My God, thought Emma. He’s crying.

Her eyes shimmered with tears—he looked more alone in this moment than any other she could recall. He was not standing regally, staring at the sky, like she had found him numerous times before, lost in thought. These thoughts devoured him, debilitated him, the enormity of them so strong he could not stand, or even sit. He was broken and had locked himself in his room until he could fix himself again.

Emma closed the door quietly. She glided to the bed, laying behind him. Emma nuzzled her head against the back of Leon’s shoulders, hiding the wave of emotions hitting her at once. Leon gasped, tensing.

“Don’t be alone like this. Please…let me stay with you.” Emma hoped she wasn’t pushing him too hard. After a moment, she heard a reply.

“You’ll stay with me…like this?”

With one hand, Emma grazed the back of Leon’s head, scratching lightly. She draped an arm around Leon’s torso, finding his clinched hand, laying her fingers on top of his. Slowly, Leon’s body unfurled at Emma’s touch. His sighs became a series of baritone purrs, a rhythmic buzz releasing stress and nerves.

Emma sensed a need for Leon to collect himself. She pressed her forehead against the back of his neck and hugged him from behind. The duo breathed in sync with one another, finding mutual peace in the stillness of the room. Eventually, Leon turned to face Emma, burying his head in the crook of her neck.

“You always find me. The real me.”

Emma sighed, threading her fingers in Leon’s hair. “Seeing Charles like that must have triggered memories for you.” A silence hung in the room as Emma continued to stroke the back of Leon’s head. Finally, Leon murmured, “Yeah, it did. But…I’m fine now. How was the rest of the gala?”

It was a classic Leon move—pivoting the conversation from himself. Emma moved slightly away; Leon leaned towards Emma, missing her warmth. Emma put a hand up between them.

“Don’t try to distract me, love.” Emma stared intently at Leon, taking his wandering hand away from her waist. “You’re not fine. You pretend you are, but those days still affect you. How could they not?” Emma brushed away locks of unruly hair covering Leon’s eyes. “You always wake up before dawn. An instinct learned through hard labor I suppose.” Emma stopped briefly as Leon’s eyes widened. “Every time Silvo comes to the palace, you flinch at the sound of his jangling jewelry. Does the sound remind you of the chains you wore?” She heard Leon catch his breath, his body still with shock. “Whenever Sariel talks with a group of children, you always stand in front of him. Is it so they won’t be scared by seeing the whip he carries?”

“I...I do that?” Leon’s voice shook slightly. Emma closed the distance between them, caressing a cheek with the pad of her thumb. “You do. You’re also the only prince that rides a horse without a riding crop.”

“Physical pain doesn’t motivate. It teaches fear, nothing more.” Leon’s voice was harsh. Emma unconsciously rubbed Leon’s ribs, which bore subtle signs of unhealed whip marks. “Charles knows that truth.”

“And now Charles is away from that fear.” Emma pulled Leon close, arms encircling him.

“Charles was all but a slave. Here, in Rhodolite.” Leon’s voice shook with frustration. “For every boy like Charles, there are countless others. I can’t…I can’t protect them all.”

“It’s not just you protecting people. You have a pack of brothers and friends wanting to help. Men who did help tonight—Charles was saved by you, but he has a warm bed tonight thanks to Rio, a full belly and a potential family thanks to Yves, and he is no longer under the thumb of that Duke thanks to Jin and Nokto.” Emma cradled Leon’s face between her hands. “And you may not want to hear this, but I bet Chevalier has a plan for stopping elites like the Duke from taking advantage of people like Charles.” Wanting to lighten the mood, Emma added. “If not, Clavis’ traps will finally be put to good use for those elites.”

Leon’s booming laugh echoed in Emma’s ears. “Yves will appreciate that.”

How Emma missed Leon’s laughter. But, Emma felt the need to press her point. “Yves would also appreciate you talking to him more. Jin too. It’s not good to keep things bottled up inside.” Emma’s voice was gentle. “And I’ll always be here if you want to talk.”

Leon absently rubbed Emma’s lower arm. After a while, he quietly uttered. “I’m sorry.”

“There’s nothing to be sorry—“

“I should have gotten you that bracelet.” Leon’s fingers caressed the inside of Emma’s wrist.

“What are you talking about?”

“The merchant had a matching bracelet for your ring.” Leon gestured to the silver ring on Emma’s hand. “It had a silver plate you could engrave an inscription onto. The plate was held by a chain. I…couldn’t bear the look of it.” Leon held Emma’s hand tightly. “It reminded me of the insignia bands slaves wore on their wrists.”

Emma gasped. This was the first time since her time as Belle Leon volunteered information about his childhood. “I told you I never knew my actual name before assuming Prince Leon’s identity. I had a number though. Fourteen. Marked on that insignia on my wrist.”

“Leon…” Emma held Leon tightly, the warmth of her touch telling him she was there for him. And with that, Leon found himself speaking. A trickle of words at first, then a flood. Memory after memory of his early childhood tumbled out, like the rocks he rolled out of the quarries. Leon spoke until exhaustion overtook him and Emma both.

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Emma woke the next day to the sounds of birds chirping. Light poured through the windows, the sun well above the horizon. Emma turned to see Leon asleep, an arm wrapped tightly around her.

Emma smiled. For the first time, Leon slept past dawn. The healing had begun.

#ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen prince leon #ikepri leon #ikemen prince nokto #ikemen prince yves #ikemen prince sariel #fanfic writing #boy this story hung out in my drafts cause I kept crying while writing #Leon please don’t just stare at the sky. Talk. You need to. Hence this story.#ikemen prince jin

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norel-ravenclaw · 9 months

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Belle Accidentally Makes A Harem~

After “What if we share” #Ikepri Harem

There are so many possibilities for this delicious idea. Cute, fluffy, angsty, clever, comfort, sexy. So pull out the fic prompts and pick some princes.

Write your own harem fics! Use the tag #ikepri harem and shower us in your most fluffy and most debauched daydreams~

I’ll take requests if they hit right. My brain doesn’t like the idea of not being able to do it all lol

Clavis vs Yves in the kitchen to see whose food you like best

Sariel & Chev giving an ~intense~ study session

Horseback rides with Nokto and Licht

Drinking with Jin, Luke, Clavis, and Leon

Jin and Licht teaching self defense

Yves and Rio picking out you clothes

Nokto and Luke ditching duties with you in the gardens

In the library with Chev and Licht

Early morning on a travel day with Yves, Leon, and Rio

Nokto, Licht, and Sariel on a forced day off

Learning chess with Jin & Rio with a… prize for the winner~

Nap time with Luke & Leon

Threesomes~

{Clavis,Licht} {Yves,Luke} {Jin,Rio} {Chev,Yves} {Leon,Luke} {Jin,Clavis} {Leon,Rio} {Sariel,Licht} {Chev,Rio} {Leon,Licht} {Clavis,Luke} {Jin,Nokto} {Chev,Clavis} {Licht,Luke} {Sariel,Nokto} {Nokto,Luke} {Clavis,Nokto} {Sariel,Yves} {Yves,Licht} {Jin,Chev} {Chev,Luke} {Sariel,Rio} {Clavis,Yves} {Leon,Nokto} {Sariel,Jin} {Nokto,Licht} {Yves,Rio} {Chev,Licht} {Nokto,Rio} {Sariel,Chev} {Jin,Leon} {Licht,Rio} {Sariel,Leon} {Jin,Licht} {Sariel,Clavis} {Jin,Luke} {Yves,Nokto} {Leon,Yves} {Chev,Leon} {Luke,Rio} {Chev,Nokto} {Sariel,Luke} {Clavis,Leon} {Jin,Yves} {Clavis,Rio}

Foursomes~

{Sariel,Yves,Licht} {Leon,Chev,Luke} {Nokto,Leon,Clavis} {Jin,Yves,Chev} {Sariel,Nokto,Chev} {Jin,Licht,Luke} {Sariel,Leon,Clavis} {Nokto,Chev,Clavis} {Jin,Nokto,Licht} {Leon,Yves,Chev} {Jin,Nokto,Leon} {Sariel,Jin,Nokto} {Luke,Clavis,Rio} {Sariel,Nokto,Leon} {Jin,Leon,Luke} {Sariel,Leon,Chev} {Sariel,Yves,Chev} {Yves,Chev,Clavis} {Sariel,Jin,Clavis} {Jin,Chev,Rio} {Nokto,Luke,Clavis} {Licht,Luke,Clavis} {Chev,Licht,Clavis} {Leon,Luke,Rio} {Jin,Leon,Rio} {Sariel,Yves,Clavis} {Jin,Chev,Luke} {Sariel,Leon,Rio} {Jin,Licht,Clavis} {Nokto,Chev,Rio} {Sariel,Licht,Clavis} {Sariel,Jin,Rio} {Jin,Licht,Rio} {Leon,Yves,Luke} {Jin,Yves,Clavis} {Leon,Yves,Licht} {Jin,Clavis,Rio} {Yves,Chev,Rio} {Jin,Leon,Yves} {Sariel,Nokto,Luke} {Jin,Nokto,Rio} {Nokto,Yves,Clavis} {Jin,Nokto,Clavis} {Chev,Licht,Rio} {Jin,Yves,Luke} {Jin,Leon,Clavis} {Licht,Clavis,Rio} {Yves,Licht,Clavis} {Jin,Chev,Clavis} {Jin,Yves,Rio} {Leon,Chev,Clavis} {Sariel,Nokto,Clavis} {Sariel,Luke,Rio} {Chev,Clavis,Rio} {Jin,Luke,Clavis} {Nokto,Leon,Rio} {Sariel,Jin,Luke} {Nokto,Leon,Chev} {Jin,Nokto,Chev} {Nokto,Licht,Luke} {Yves,Chev,Licht} {Nokto,Leon,Yves} {Sariel,Jin,Chev} {Nokto,Yves,Licht} {Sariel,Licht,Luke} {Yves,Licht,Rio} {Jin,Leon,Licht} {Nokto,Yves,Chev} {Sariel,Jin,Yves} {Leon,Luke,Clavis} {Nokto,Licht,Rio} {Leon,Licht,Luke} {Nokto,Clavis,Rio} {Nokto,Chev,Luke} {Sariel,Nokto,Yves} {Yves,Clavis,Rio} {Sariel,Chev,Clavis} {Yves,Chev,Luke} {Leon,Chev,Licht} {Sariel,Jin,Licht} {Chev,Luke,Rio} {Jin,Nokto,Yves} {Jin,Yves,Licht} {Nokto,Yves,Rio} {Chev,Licht,Luke} {Sariel,Chev,Rio} {Sariel,Chev,Licht} {Yves,Licht,Luke} {Nokto,Leon,Licht} {Leon,Clavis,Rio} {Jin,Nokto,Luke} {Sariel,Jin,Leon} {Nokto,Chev,Licht} {Sariel,Yves,Rio} {Sariel,Clavis,Rio} {Licht,Luke,Rio} {Jin,Luke,Rio} {Sariel,Leon,Licht} {Leon,Licht,Clavis} {Nokto,Yves,Luke} {Sariel,Nokto,Rio} {Sariel,Yves,Luke} {Yves,Luke,Rio} {Nokto,Leon,Luke} {Jin,Leon,Chev} {Sariel,Leon,Yves} {Nokto,Luke,Rio} {Sariel,Luke,Clavis} {Sariel,Licht,Rio} {Yves,Luke,Clavis} {Sariel,Nokto,Licht} {Jin,Chev,Licht} {Leon,Chev,Rio} {Nokto,Licht,Clavis} {Leon,Yves,Rio} {Leon,Yves,Clavis} {Leon,Licht,Rio} {Sariel,Leon,Luke} {Chev,Luke,Clavis} {Sariel,Chev,Luke}

#ikepri harem #please I beg you I want to know yalls thoughts #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikepri chevalier #ikepri sariel #ikepri jin #ikepri clavis #ikepri leon #ikepri luke #ikepri licht #ikepri nokto #ikepri yves #ikepri rio #norel writes

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krenenbaker · 22 days

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QUICK TELL ME UR HCS OF UR IKEMEN PETS

aaaaa okay, let me think!! I'll just give what come to me off the top of my head with these lads :3

Charles (ikevamp)

Charles is actually quite good at styling, makeup, and hair cutting/styling

this is partially based on a little headcanon list that Auburn made a while ago, but he has a little bit of pudge on him, specifically around his hips!

Faust (ikevamp)

Faust has shockingly warm hands, and also a lot rougher skin than you'd expect. he has a lot of calluses on his palms and fingers

he will literally sleep the entire day if you let him. but since he's (canonically) horrifically difficult to wake up... this has happened more than once.

Will (ikevamp)

he does actually learn how to cook! he still prefers to go out to eat most of the time, but once in a while, he does actually enjoy a home-cooked meal

Sariel (ikepri)

there have been times he's fallen asleep in his glasses. and other times, that he's almost forgotten to put his glasses on before getting up to work (though he hasn't completely forgotten yet)

he is one of the fastest readers in the palace, along with Chevalier and Clavis

kind Keith (ikepri)

he used to pick at his cuticles when he was younger

dark Keith (ikepri)

he prefers lighter colours over darker colours

if he was able to, he would love to dress in a more relaxed style (unfortunately, that would not only confuse the people around them, but it may lead to even more criticism from those who already dislike him/them)

#krenenbaker's questions #ikevamp opinions #ikepri opinions #ikevamp headcanons #ikepri headcanons #this took longer to do than I thought ^^;#and please let me know if you want any other explanation or anything with any of these!!#I also think that Charles is quite flexible #and Faust's calluses may or may not be from his experiments (mainly the digging)...#I was going to do a headcanon or two for Vlad as well but my mind was blanking :(#also I never know how to refer to Keith's alter #because I've seen him referred to as wicked Keith; dark Keith; AND alter Keith #so there doesn't seem to be one clear name for him?#aster✧

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chi-the-idiot · 1 year

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Possibly Unpopular Opinion: Chevalier's Route is Mid at Best, Bad at Worst

Another Possibly Unpopular Opinion: Chevalier's Relationship With Emma/Mc Does not work Unless it is in Clavis' Route

*Necessary addition that this is just my opinion you don't need to share it, im just ranting about it because it bothers me but do feel free to discuss in reblogs/comments and/or send asks about it

(Spoilers for Clavis' and Chev's routes)

This is mostly because of a "First Impressions" kind of situation, but it's an issue that is dragged throughout.

In both routes, Clavis drags Emma to the gardens to witness Chev murdering some assasins. Chev's Emma is terrified of him from that moment on, but Clavis' Emma feels an obligation to stay because of her position as Belle.

This already gives us a comparison: While Clavis' Emma is scared, she isn't outright terrified of Chev as she is in his route (this will become important later).

Now, a constant in both routes (and, with Chev in general), is that he doesn't view Mc as "worthy of his time" because she hasn't proved herself to him. But here's the thing: in Clavis' route, MC is able to stand up to Chev and ask him to help her because Clavis was by her side, urging her to be brave (granted, in his own Clavis way, but still), and its that bravery, that determination that she has, that eventually makes him see her as someone worthy. Where as in Chev's route, it is Emma against him, with barely any support that we can see from Clavis.

Another thing to note is the motivation behid this "prove him my worth" thing: while Chev's mc does it so he may give her the time of day, Clavis' mc does it because she has had an evolution. In specific, she offers to bring him books from her bookstore in exchange for information of Clavis' whereabouts. She didn't think of doing this to please him, she thought "what can I give him that will make him give me the info I need". This action of "manipulating" A PRINCE in order to find her friend is what I believe impresses Chev.

Which leads me to my final point: Chev's admiration in Clavis' route, although left unsaid, is honest, and comes from Emma changing and growing because of Clavis. And to me, this has a lot more potential to become a love story than one where the Love Interest doesn't think you are "Worth His Time" and you are afraid of him or try to "Find is human heart" (aka an "I can fix him" trope written in cursive).

To be fair the "human heart" part is kind of sweet, Emma tries to help him overcome the trauma of having a broken family, but the problem is that all of that responsibility relies on her. Not only that, but Chev states that he is changing FOR HER. Not for himself, or for the gratification of having real love, but to make Emma happy. And that isn't healthy. Ofc not every route has to be a field of flowers and roses, where nothing goes wrong, etc etc. But it's questionable, to say the least, that he cannot even respect his Love Interest as a person until he Deems her Valuable to him.

#ikemen prince #clavis lelouch #chevalier michel #clavis ikemen prince #chevalier ikemen prince #ikepri clavis #ikepri chevalier #sorry for the rant #again you are allowed to have your own opinion #if I did get smth wrong tell me please its been a while since I read Chev's route #also also if you saw this post before no you did not

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maladaptivedaydreamsx · 2 years

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👑 As You Please - Chevalier Michel 1/2

#chevalier michel #not gonna be uploading every single scene bc there's a lot of damn descriptions and stuff to boot #but like the two posts will give you a pretty good idea of the chunk of it #ikepri chevalier #ikepri as you please #l'hôtel.ikepri #ikepri.chevalier #ikepri.chev #as you please; chevalier #ikepri; as you please #aerin.jpg #my post 📫#didn't know wtf to do for formatting here since i received multiple replies instead of asks 🥴#heads up yall asks are easier to reply to and less likely to get lost in the swarm of notifications (plus anon is on if you'd prefer)#tbh i think i prefer anon that seeing a blank blog and going '...hmm looks kinda sketch ngl' so uhhhh yea there's that ig?#yea im a very paranoid person we've got thru this before unfortunately </3 ty for understanding op #lol*

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azulashengrottospiano · 7 months

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if i made a realistic ikepri mc they would be having an anxiety attack every second and would be CONSTANTLY telling people that they have the wrong girl because she is NOT strong enough to handle everything and she knows it.

#auburn talks ikepri <3 #that could make for some interesting interactions though #like “no i am NOT interesting i am the opposite of what you would find interesting please let me go”#instead of being heroic like emma #girl...i could never

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pinnacle-pixel · 11 months

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Sariel - I think we should put this issue on rest for now ಠ⁠_⁠ʖ⁠ಠ

Clavis - Like our father ʘ⁠‿⁠ʘ

Every prince in the meeting - (⁠●⁠_⁠_⁠●⁠)

#Ikemen Prince #ikepri #I am sorry that I am not sorry for this joke #You all can praise me 💖#Please I need validation

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keithsandwich · 8 months

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At least one good thing 🥹

#not what i had in mind when wishing for a 5* keith but i won't complain #thank you gacha gods #please keep 5* keith in mind for me when i try my luck with the card gacha as well #🤞🤞🤞#ikepri gacha struggles

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atelier-maroron · 2 years

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i have no mouth and i must scream

#ikepri keith #keith howell #please you can't do this to me #ikepri

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dove-da-birb · 4 months

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1 character - 7 with Trey

2 character - 3 with Jade and Floyd

3 character - 12 with the foreign princes (ikepri)

(*^ω^)ﾉ ~ ☆

7 ; they give you a haircut. Is it any good? (with Trey)

I want it to be good, I so badly want it to be good, but I know it would be pretty average, if not a bit short due to my curl shrinkage. He would be good at trims though, and I would trust him with the maintenance of my undercut.

3 ; who would you rather run into a dark alley at night? (with Tweels)

... no ....

Ideally, I wouldn't be going down a dark alley at NIGHT at all, but probably Floyd. He's easier to read, plus it would most likely be on accident.

12 ; they're all on the run from the law! What crimes did each one commit and who is most likely to get caught? (with Gilbert, Keith & Silvio)

I think it would be funny if it were a GROUP crime. Like, they all went out drinking together and got shit-faced and had too much of a good time.

Silvio; driving while intoxicated, grand theft auto, aiding and abetting Gilbert; vandalism, grand theft auto, trespassing, kidnapping (just wanted to hang out with Emma) Keith; grand theft auto, aiding and abetting, vandalism (alter!Keith)

#krenenbaker!#decided to do something more lighthearted for the crime one #emma; what the hell are you three doing here? and why are you drunk?#foreign princes; we missed youuuuuuu #tw alcohol mention #yeah they all pitched in on stealing a car #twst #ikepri #i have like almost 10 cm of curl shrinkage; trey PLEASE don't mess it up

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lorei-writes · 1 year

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IkePri MC is so unfortunate.

She's (supposedly) wearing a corset. And yet, she gets successfully stabbed.

Now, I'm not saying that's impossible, but how unlucky is she? She's wearing a heavily boned garment. The boning would be either whalebone or steel. (An argument could be made that it might have even been more likely to be steel.) You can expect steel busk.

As far as I know, there were cases of women making it unscathed thanks to their corsets. Emma, on the other hand... Somehow, the sword or the knife never gets caught on the boning. It's like they have a GPS that leads them straight into her. :")

#ikepri #ikemen prince #let emma escape from stabbing please #also considering that you need to unlace a corset before taking it off even if it has the busk and isn't lace only #OUCH OUCH OUCH OUCH

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norel-ravenclaw · 1 year

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Light & Shadow

Fandom: Ikemen Prince (otome game)

Featured characters: Sariel Noir

Genre: (Mostly) Fluffy Teen Romance

Rating: sfw

Word count: 2130

Description: A young noblewoman is debuted at the palace, learning politics and high society, and catches the attention of the extraordinary boy they call The Devil. (Inspired by the adorable teen Sariel)

Notes: Includes references to the fanfic I’ll eventually write about my oc Norel. I didn’t mean for this to be so long 😅

She came to the palace the day before her sixteenth birthday.

I know because I’d been following one of the maids who helped tailor her debut gown. The information gained by my spying was a dead end, but something about the new noblewoman caught my eye.

So naive. Pampered and sheltered. The way she walks is so self conscious, her eyes flicking every which way, aware of everyone noticing her. She’ll be just another useless marionette for someone to pull her strings.

With this appraisal, I let out a sigh and return to the task assigned to me by the King. There’s no reason to spare any further thought on her.

The following day however, one of the ministers training me drags me to the society ball where the eldest prince will debut with the rest of the young nobles for the season.

She is there, on the sidelines. Her red gown is striking, and yet she doesn’t seem keen on seeking out attention. She follows her father around the room, greeting nobles and ministers. Her smile is polite, yet there is a distance in her eyes. I am not familiar with her father. Who are they and what do they want?

At that moment, she happens to glance my way.

I sharply look away. My heart speeds up - response to having been caught, and I focus briefly on calming it. Another nobleman approaches the minister and myself, and I am distracted by the conversation.

When it’s finished, I hazard a glance at the newcomers. She and her father are sharing hushed conversation. Then he leaves towards the refreshment table. Her eyes scan the room, her fingers restlessly fidgeting with her rings.

Feeling pity for the floundering fool, I find myself walking over to her - not fully a conscious choice.

I am vaguely surprised that she notices me quickly, drawing herself up slightly as I approach. She must be intimidated. I put on a smile.

Whatever am I doing? Ah well, at least I can get out of tedious and pointless conversing for a few minutes.

“You are a new face here.”

She tries to mask her wary expression with a polite smile and an elegant curtsey. “Just so. I am Lady Norel Aldavir of Phoenix, sir. Encantado.“

A foreigner, hm? Only once have I read of the kingdom of Phoenix. I return her bow. “Sariel Noir, apprentice minister of the royal court.”

Her eyes spark at this information. “Indeed? Perhaps we will get to study together, then. My father and I will be here at the palace for a few months for such training.”

“Is that so?” A small commotion at the front of the ballroom catches both our attention as a horde of teenage noblewomen begin to crowd around someone. No question who that someone is. “The dancing will begin soon. Are you going to dance with Prince Jin?”

She looks back to me and shrugs. At least she knows how to make gestures like that elegantly. It might serve her well. “The prince? No, I think not. I have no such lofty ambitions. Besides, isn’t he fourteen?”

I raise a brow at her and put on a smile. “He is. And you are… sixteen? I hardly think two years would get in the way of something transcendent as love.”

The lady laughs at this. It is, I have to admit, a lovely sound. Her voice is, in general, quite pleasing. …A strange observation.

“Love? I doubt that is on those girls’ minds. The novelty of a prince growing up, the whispers of power and money in their ears from their families.” She sighs. “Just children wanting adventure and practicing their mimicry of other people’s ambitions.”

I can’t help but stare at her for a moment. “…Indeed?”

The energy in the room elevates as the musicians begin to play. The Prime Minister hosting the ball claims the first dance with his wife, and soon the rest of the attendees begins to join in.

Before I quite realize what I’m doing, I hold out my hand to her. “May I have this dance, my lady?”

She looks somewhat surprised, but quickly smiles. “Oh? I would be honoured.”

With her hand in mine, we make our way through the crowd to the dancefloor. I put my hand on her waist and begin. She looks stiff. Naturally graceful, obviously practiced, yet uncoordinated. It’s obvious how much she’s concentrating on the steps.

I lean close to murmur in her ear. “Relax. Let me lead you.”

She blushes fiercely, nearly stumbling. “…I’ll try.”

Pulling her a little closer, I hold her gaze, forcing her to concentrate on me instead of her feet. It starts to help. Soon, she is moving much more naturally, and her attention is able to drift to the swirling skirts and melody around us. As she starts to take it in, her forced smile relaxes into true enjoyment.

“Good girl. That’s it.”

Her lips drop open, and her entire face and shoulders flush red. “I- …Beg your pardon.”

I can’t help but laugh. Adorable. I want to tease her more.

“Hehe, are you shy, my lady? The Palace is a den of beasts. You’ll be devoured if you hesitate.”

Her expression shifts into something contemplative before she smirks sardonically. “Says to me, a viper.”

My expression mirrors hers now. “Ah, so you see me for what I am then, hm?”

Her gaze searches me, and for the first time in a very, very long time, I feel a pang of… uncomfortable vulnerability. “Not yet. But would you hate me when I come to see what you don’t want to be seen?”

The dance comes to an end, and while the couples around us stop to bow to each other and applaud the musicians, we stand before each other. Red and black, two pawns on a chessboard seeking to understand how people want to use them in their game.

She is more perceptive than most. However, when wondering what she would do if she were to truly see me, the deepest, darkest parts of my shadowy self that even I don’t care to acknowledge… Would she take advantage of those weaknesses like others would?

Looking into those clear eyes, I nearly concede to hope. As though voicing my thoughts, she chuckles softly.

“What a terrifying thing, to be truly seen, hm?” Seeing my frozen state, she has mercy. “Fortunately for you, Sariel Noir, I don’t know anything more than what you’ve shown me now.”

My smile is tinged with reluctant concession, once again facing fully the realities of my unconventional life. “Perhaps we should leave it at that, then.”

Soft hearted thing that she is, she appears slightly saddened by the idea. “Perhaps.” Dropping into a graceful curtsey, she says, “Thank you for the dance, sir. You are talented.”

“The pleasure is all mine, my lady.”

And that’s the end of it.

…Until.

Every morning in the study room, apprentice ministers and young nobles meet to learn the ways of politics.

The lady I danced with proves to be diligent and hardworking. She has a mind for studying, even if her memory does struggle. Yet she works harder than any of the others to compensate for such flaws.

The answers she gives are wise and practical, yet in tune with human philosophy - why the lot of these spoiled brats and myself are in this room to begin with.

Seeing the effect she has on them, I elect to add my own encouragement from time to time - though generally laced with thinly veiled threats and manipulation to get them to straighten up and fly right. She and I always sit in the back row -evidently our comfort zone- and she will always shoot me a thoroughly amused grin when I do this.

One day after lessons have finished, I find myself in an empty hallway looking out the towering windows. Sleep has once again evaded me and I’m exhausted, with many more hours left to endure. I sigh heavily.

A set of footsteps brings me back to the present. Clicking heels: a woman. Moderate pace: perhaps they’re lost in this less popular wing of the castle, and are looking for their way back. Soon the cadence of the steps strikes me as familiar. Her.

I don’t turn back to look at her, and leave her to do what she will. Her steps slow as she draws nearer. When she stops a short way back from me, I finally acknowledge her. “You have something to say to me, my lady?”

She shuffles, and I nearly wonder if she’ll take the opportunity to run. But as she approaches, I remember that she manages to subvert my expectations at every turn.

“Sariel Noir.”

Her voice is heavy, hesitant. I turn towards her and see her solemn expression.

She has taken to clasping her hands behind her back to minimize the urge to fidget, but now her hands are twisting her rings. Like when I first saw her. Her voice is a bit halting as she forces herself to speak her mind.

“I… wished to thank you. I met His Majesty yesterday in the library. He… told me about you. About how he brought you here and… what you do. What you’re training to do. To be.”

My jaw clenches in horror and anger. Damn that bastard…

“And you are afraid of me now, hm?” I say, my expression hardening. “You should be fearful of the devil.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, as though this wasn’t something she had considered. “N-no, it’s not that.” She takes a breath. “I don’t know if you want this, if you would leave here if you could. But the way you speak in lessons makes me believe that you truly do wish to protect this country and its people. It means something to you.

“Maybe it’s just pretty words to you, to placate the ministers and inspire the rest of us. But it’s action taken on such pretty sentiments that have allowed my family and I to have a safe place to live these last years.”

She glances aside, pain filling her eyes. I notice how she stretches her wrist until it clicks, a frequent habit of hers in lessons. “We had much to recover from after… an incident, in Phoenix. It is because of the constant efforts and sacrifice of people like you who have trained to defend and promote peace that we could start anew in a quiet place. We were able to heal.”

The glow of the nearly setting sun casts her in gold. Seeing how she stands tall before me despite her reservations, her expression solemn yet filled with gratitude, her hair swept up in an elegant style as usual. In this moment, to me she is the embodiment of what it means to be noble.

“And so, I wanted to thank you for protecting us. For working so hard and sacrificing more than anyone - much less someone so young - should ever have to endure. I’m sorry for your pain, and for the selfishness and cruelty of those around you. But… thank you, nonetheless. For my family and all of this kingdom.”

She drops into a deep curtsey, her hands positioned in the way I’ve since learned is traditional in Phoenix. A fist over her heart - symbolizing the strongest loyalty. And an open hand at her side - symbolizing respect and deference.

Somehow the sight makes my heart race. Her words. Her bravery in the face of someone who has been drenched in blood. Her profound compassion. Hardly naive, and yet genuine.

While she slowly rises, I step up to her. When she raises her head, she starts a little at seeing me so close all of a sudden.

Everything in my mind screams at me to stop. Everything in my heart screams at me to not stop.

“Oh… Sari- mph?!“

I kiss her.

It’s little more than a peck, and yet everything she has made this tainted heart feel is poured into the motion of pressing my mouth against her soft, full lips.

How could the devil feel such things for such an angel? How cruel…

But oh, how sweet is the shocked expression on her now flushed face, frozen for me to enjoy briefly.

The urge to pull her into my arms and either kiss her again or break down in tears is overwhelming, and I practically run in my haste to stop it.

But just as I reach the corner to the hallway, I hazard a glance back. Her hand is at her lips, still rooted to the spot. Bathed in now blazing golden light, that light steals into my shadowed heart, fortifying me for my own return into the shadows.

Thanks for reading! Post, repost this, I don’t care lol. Please let me know if you have suggestions on how to improve my writing. But pls be nice bc I am a soft sad bean <3

#this adorable traumatized bean someone hug him please #i would have had such a huge crush on him at sixteen are you kidding me #norel writes #sariel noir #ikepri sariel #ikemen prince sariel #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikeprince

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